And Bet, as she put away the Indian costume the next morning, hugged it to her as if it had been responsible for the whole affair. "Whatever made you think of it, Bet?" asked Enid.
"Thoughts like that just come to her. It's what you might call inspiration, or intuition," laughed Shirley.
"Why give it such a big name," returned Bet. "I simply had a hunch, and it worked out."
"Just like that!" exclaimed Joy, as she tried to dance on the lame foot, snapping her fingers in time to the step.
"What's the next thing on the program, Bet?" asked Bob Evans. "Have you a bulletin board with the adventures scheduled?"
"I wish you'd stop teasing me. It isn't my fault if I'm always getting into the middle of a problem."
"Whose is it, Bet?" laughed her father.
"Yours, I think, Dad. You brought me up." She slid an arm around her father's neck. "And are you very much disappointed in me?"
"Fishing for compliments?" Colonel Baxter pinched her rosy cheek.
"No, I only want a little appreciation," she replied.