"Oh, we needn't worry about that," declared Grace with confidence. "The strip in dispute is far enough from the camp."
"Isn't it mean to have even that little worry, when it seemed as if everything was going to be so nice?" murmured Mollie. "And that Alice Jallow! I met her and Kittie on the street yesterday afternoon and I just cut them both—dead."
"Mollie, you never did!" cried gentle Amy.
"Yes I did, and I'll do it again. I guess they were surprised, for I heard them chattering like two—two crows—when I passed on."
"Serves them right—the way they talked about Amy," exclaimed Grace.
"Oh, but I don't want you girls to get into trouble on my account—to fight my—my battles for me," faltered Amy. "It is unpleasant enough as it is, without making it worse."
"Now don't you worry, little one," said Betty soothingly. "We can look after ourselves, and I'd like to know why we should not break a lance or two in your behalf."
"Of course!" cried Mollie.
"You're a member of our club," declared Grace, "and club members must stand up for each other."
"Certainly," agreed Betty. "I don't like quarrels any more than you girls do, but I do think that Alice Jallow ought to know that we resent what she said."