"In case your punishment is not sufficient to humble yourself and cure the fault, let us prescribe again," said Miss Miller.
"Foregoing the delight of screwing on those hinges is almost more than I can stand," said Zan, expressing deepest regret in her voice.
The others laughed again and began work on the anticipated treat.
Zan finally whittled a strip similar to the Guide's and this time it was nailed on accurately. The hinges were on the two plain boards that would act as doors of the cupboard and Miss Miller held one in place while the girls screwed them to the side boards. When both doors were on, the finishing touch was the screwing on of a bolt.
Elena whispered something to Miss Miller and the Guide smiled at Zan, who had stood watching the completion of the closet. "We think that your punishment was more severe than the crime, so it is suggested that you be allowed to put in the last screw. Here is the bolt."
"Wh-eee!" squealed Zan, as she jumped to take the screw-driver from Jane and sat down in front of the door and began to fasten the bolt to the door. The others stood close behind and watched, thereby failing to see Nita creep up through the woods and go in her tent.
"Done, giminy crickets! Isn't it a peach!" cried Elena, her hands clasped in admiration.
"Did that rule become effective—about slang?" asked Zan, comically.
"That was an important matter the Council failed to discuss this morning," admitted the Guide.
"Well, don't inflict punishment to-day—the cupboard is too much for my balance!" begged Elena.