Miss Laura nodded.
“But we don’t want her, a hateful little snake in the grass like that!” the girl flung out angrily. “If you knew the way she treats Elizabeth—like the dirt under her feet!”
“I know. Her face shows what she is,” Laura admitted.
“Well—do you want a girl like that in your Camp Fire?”
“Yes,” Laura’s voice was very low and gentle, “yes, I want any kind of girl—that the Camp Fire can help.”
“The other girls won’t want her,” Olga declared.
“They want Elizabeth, and you think they cannot have her without having Sadie.”
Olga sat staring into the fire, her black brows meeting in a moody scowl.
“Olga, what is the Camp Fire for?” Laura asked presently.
“For? Why——” Olga paused, a new thought dawning in her dark eyes.