“Yes. She can copy anything—designing is her weak point—but she is doing very well.”
“She is improving in other ways.”
“There’s room for improvement still,” Olga retorted in her grimmest voice. Then her conscience forced her to add, “But she is more endurable. She treats Elizabeth some better than she did.”
“Yes, Elizabeth seems so happy now.”
Laura went on thoughtfully, “You are a Fire Maker. Olga, I want you for a Torch Bearer.”
Olga stared in blank amazement, then her face darkened. “But I don’t want to be a Torch Bearer,” she cried. “A Torch Bearer is a leader. I don’t want to be a leader.”
“But I need your help, and some of the girls need you. You can be a splendid leader, if you will. Have you any right to refuse?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“If in our Camp Fire there are girls whom you might hold back from what will harm them, or whom you could help to higher and happier living, don’t you owe it to them to do this?”
“Why? They do nothing for me. I don’t ask them to do anything for me.”