CHAPTER XIII
A PLAN OF REVENGE
Bessie had to laugh at the sight of Gladys Cooper's face when Dolly's friend saw Miss Eleanor. It fell, and Gladys turned the color of a beet. Evidently she had had no idea that Miss Mercer was with the Camp Fire Girls.
"How do you do, Gladys?" said Eleanor, pleasantly. "Do you know that you are trespassing?"
"The—the Worcesters gave us permission to come on their land whenever we liked," stammered Gladys.
"Yes, when they supposed that they and their guests were to receive the same sort of courtesy from you. But the Worcesters aren't here just now, and I must ask you girls not to come across the line at all, unless you wish to behave in a very different manner."
"I—I don't know what you mean, Miss Mercer. We haven't done anything—"
"That's silly, Gladys. I'm not going to do anything about it, but I think it would be very easy to prove that it was you and your friends who locked us in. Didn't you stop to think of what would have happened if there had been a fire?"
Gladys grew pale.
"I don't suppose you did," Eleanor went on. "I don't think you mean to be wicked, any of you. But just try to think of how you would have felt if that house had caught fire in the night, and some of us had been burned to death because we couldn't get out."