Laura shook her head doubtfully. “Sadie is keen—sharp. If you hate her she will know it, and you’ll make no headway with her.”
“I know.” Olga gave a rueful little laugh. “She’s sharp as needles—that’s the one good thing about her. I shall have to start with that and not pretend—anything. It wouldn’t be any use. I shall tell her plainly that I’ll help her get into our Camp Fire on condition that she treats Elizabeth as she ought and gets her out to our meetings. I’ll make a square bargain with her. Maybe she won’t agree, but I think she will, and if she agrees, I think she’ll do her part.”
Laura drew a long breath of relief. “I am so glad, Olga—glad for Elizabeth and for Sadie both,” and in her heart she added, “and for you too, Olga—O, for you too!”
So the very next evening Olga stood again at the door which Sadie had slammed in her face, and as before it was Sadie who answered her ring.
“You can’t see Elizabeth,” she began with a flirt, but Olga said quietly,
“I came to see you this time.”
“I don’t believe it,” Sadie flung back at her.
“I want to talk with you,” Olga persisted. “Can you walk a little way with me?”
Sadie’s small black eyes seemed to bore like gimlets into the eyes of the other girl, but curiosity got the better of suspicion after a minute and saying, “Well, wait till I get my things, then,” she left Olga on the steps till she returned with her coat and hat on.
“Now, what is it?” she demanded as the two walked down the street.