“Then there are only five after all,” said Eleanor, a gleam of pleasure on her face.
“There may be only four—if one of the new members keeps on the undesirable pathway she has trodden since applying for membership!” taunted May, who had a sharp tongue at times.
“Pooh!” sounded from Eleanor and Jane banged her work down loudly upon the floor and said angrily:
“For pity’s sake, forget it—you two! We never had a single scrap like this when we were at Camp!”
“I’m not scrapping a bit,” defended Eleanor. “It is that hateful old thing over there. But as I am going now anyway, don’t bother to shut her up. I’m on my way to visit Miss Miller, so I will just mention the fact that Miss Randall is running the Tribe now, and she as old Guide can resign gracefully or be ousted by the new Guide!” sneered Eleanor, slamming the door as she left the porch.
“Can’t we put her out, girls! I am getting to hate her,” cried May, spitefully.
“You’re letting your anger get the best of you, May. It has already made you lose out in one test—same as Eleanor has. Besides, Eleanor may need Woodcraft more than any of us, because the work isn’t a matter of pastime as much as for improvement,” said Zan, who had had a private talk with the Guide and to her questions about ousting Eleanor, had been told some truths that made her think of Nita and the impatience the girls felt at her in Camp that Summer.
“Girls, since Zan spoke of May’s Woodcraft box I have been thinking—why can’t we have contests in work and give a prize to the one having the best product to show with the others at the exhibit?” said Elena, trying to change their current of thought.
“Let’s do it! The one to win this Saturday, to have a suitable prize awarded for the different points covered,” said Zan.
“It will be for neatness, utility, beauty, and time taken in the making,” suggested Jane.