“No. What?”
“Why, what that nasty lawyer, Isaac Brack, said to me one time. Do you remember my telling you? That unless I went with him, and did what he and his friends wanted, I’d never find out about my father and my mother.”
“I don’t believe it, Bessie! I don’t believe he knows anything at all about them, and I don’t believe, either, that that’s the only way you’ll ever hear anything about them.”
“But it might be true!”
“Oh, come on, Bessie, cheer up! You’re going to be all right. And I’ll bet that when you do find out about your parents, and why they left you with Maw Hoover so long, you’ll be glad you had to wait so long, because it will make you so happy when you do know.”
Just then Eleanor’s voice called the girls together.
“All hands to work rebuilding the camp,” she said. “We want to have the new tents set up, and everything ready for the night. I’d like those people to know, if they come snooping around here again, that it takes more than a fire to put the Camp Fire Girls out of business!”
“My, but you’re a slave driver, Nell,” said Charlie Jamieson, jovially. He winked in the direction of Trenwith. “I’m sorry for your husband when you get married. You’ll keep him busy, all right!”
Hearing the remark, Trenwith grinned, while Eleanor flushed. His look said pretty plainly that he wouldn’t waste any sympathy on the man lucky enough to marry Eleanor Mercer, and Dolly, catching the look, drew Bessie aside. Her observation in such matters was amazingly keen.
“Did you see that?” she whispered, excitedly. “Why, Bessie, I do believe he’s fallen in love with her already!”