"And there you'd show your good sense," Joy smiled in a provoking way.
"I almost wish you were a man, Bet."
As everybody laughed Bet soon regained her poise. Such flare-ups were frequent with Bet, a sudden flash of fire and then calm. The girls understood her and did not resent her bursts of impatience.
Tommy Sharpe leaned over and picked up a small stone from the ground, exclaiming: "Look here, girls, while you're talking of discovering things, I find a treasure."
"What is it?" cried Bet grasping Tommy's closed hand. "Let me see?"
"An arrowhead!" Kit burst out contemptuously. "Not much of a discovery in that. I'm sick and tired of arrowheads."
"Why, I think it's wonderful to find one!" Bet examined the little sharpened piece of flint. "I wish I could find one."
"I'll let you have this one," Tommy offered.
"No, that wouldn't be the same. To make it a real treasure I must find one myself," answered Bet as she looked longingly at the stone.
The girls began to search the ground for arrow-heads, but Shirley was the only successful one and even her find was a doubtful treasure as it had a large nick in it.
"You don't need to worry, girls, you have all summer to find arrowheads, if that's what you want," laughed Kit.