"What about you, Joy? Do you want to help the girls fight for the claim?"
"I'm not saying that I want the old mine, if we can hold it, but I'm willing to help fight, if the girls say so. The Merriweather Girls stand together."
"Good for you, Joy Evans! I didn't expect it of you."
"You didn't? What are you trying to insinuate, Bet Baxter? I'm not a traitor!"
"Why, of course not, Joy, but you don't like digging mines and riding horseback and all that sort of thing."
"Maybe not. But you've never known me to back out of anything, especially where the honor of The Merriweather Girls was at stake."
"That's right," responded Bet quickly. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You've always been a sport when it came to doing things, although you've sometimes made a frightful fuss about it."
"That's part of the game," laughed the butterfly girl. "Somebody has to be a kicker. And I'm it."
"Please do it with your feet from now on, it's much more graceful!" teased Enid.
"I may do it with my feet and I may do it with my tongue," returned Joy with a happy laugh, "but you'll find me ready to back up any one of you."