“If you had any decent story at camp I wouldn’t have sent for any books. But I hunted that first night and couldn’t see a single magazine or book.”
“If you had sought in the house you would have found a great bookcase full!” retorted Jane, angry at implied oversight.
“We-el, yes, I saw them afterward. While I was waiting for my box to come, I read a few,” admitted Eleanor.
“Well, what was it—did you like ’em?” asked Zan.
“Oh, I found one called ‘The Right Princess’ and another by the same author ‘The Opened Shutters,’ that were pretty good for kid stories,” said Eleanor, as if in apology.
“Kid story! Well, there are more grown-ups and parents enjoy those kind of books than kids, let me tell you!” said Jane.
“And you will find many more such books in that case, too, Eleanor,” added Mrs. Hubert.
“Yes, I noticed them. I thought I would start and read them if these didn’t get here soon. I did begin one last night!” confessed Eleanor.
“I wish you would read them instead of these and permit me to return these at once. I cannot have them in camp at all!” said Miss Miller.
It spoke well for Eleanor’s salvation and improvement that she agreed willingly to send back the books. But she hesitated to admit that she had found many books in the Hubert’s bookcase far more interesting than the paper-covered novels she had feasted upon hitherto.