“Do you want to be a Camp Fire Girl?” Olga began.
“What if I do?” Sadie returned suspiciously.
“You can be if you like.”
“In your Camp Fire—the Busy Corner one?”
“Yes.”
“How can I? You said I couldn’t before.”
“There wasn’t any vacancy then, but one of our girls has gone to Baltimore, so there is a chance for some one in her place.”
Sadie’s breath came quickly, and the suspicion and sharpness had dropped out of her voice as she asked eagerly, “Will Miss Laura let me join—truly?”
“Yes——”
“Yes—what?” Sadie demanded, the sharpness again in evidence.