“I’m obeying the first law of the Camp Fire Girls,” was the answer.
“What’s that?” inquired Natalie.
“Seeking beauty—I bought a tube of cold cream, and now I can’t find it. I do burn so terribly when first I go out in the summer sun. Where is that cold cream?”
“Vanity of vanities!” quoted Mabel.
“Didn’t you get some yourself—hypocrite!” declaimed Alice.
“I did,” confessed her accuser.
“So did I,” admitted Marie.
“Natalie doesn’t need it,” went on Alice, as she found her tube, besides a little vanity box containing a tiny pad of wool and—well they all carried the same thing. Rice powder they asserted the box contained.
“I suppose the boys will be there waiting for us,” suggested Marie.
“Yes,” assented Alice. “But I do wish they’d let us do all we can for ourselves. It’s no fun to have everything done for you.”