"You're just a little bit mistaken about the law and order of a Woodcraft camp. Each one obeys!"
"Then Zan has failed!" exulted Nita. "She was told to go to the house and she went to Bill's instead. I should have loved to pick strawberries as well as she!"
"I hardly think you can call Zan's act one of disobedience. It was rather one of discipline," remarked the Guide.
"Who did she pretend to discipline—me?" sneered Nita.
"That had best be asked each one of herself. I can ask myself and truthfully say, "Yes, Zan has given me a good lesson in discipline for my future guidance.""
"Oh, pooh! You're only avoiding an unpleasant conversation with me! I know as well as any of you, that the whole plot is directed toward me. I wish to goodness I had never come with you!" And Nita flounced away in a temper.
"Why! Nita!" gasped Hilda in consternation, as she watched the retreating figure of her friend.
"Don't 'Nita' me! You're as thick with the rest as you can be! I always am selected to act as the scape-goat for anything you don't want to do yourself!" Nita flung back at Hilda.
The Guide kept on with the fire-building as if nothing had interrupted the lesson Hilda was receiving. She selected the driest bark and twigs in the heap of wild-wood and heaped them loosely in the pit formed by the two logs.