"Do read aloud, Bet," begged Enid, dropping down beside her friend. "I will always remember how you read to me on Campers' Trail when I was hurt."
So while Kit tended the fire, keeping a bed of hot coals just right for the baking, and Shirley fried steak and cooked the corn, Enid stretched out on a flat rock and listened to Bet. She had chosen "The Wonderful Window" by Dunsany, and when she finished Enid sighed softly.
"I like a story that gives you something to think about," said Bet, moved by the loveliness of the tale.
"I don't see anything particularly nice to think about in that story,
Bet," objected Joy with a shrug. "It isn't lively enough to suit me."
"Of course you wouldn't!" laughed Enid. "Your idea of a story is Cinderella. There has to be a girl, a prince and a wedding. Isn't that right?"
"Of course," answered the butterfly girl, twirling about on her toes as usual. "It's the only kind that counts. I wouldn't give a snap of my finger for any other kind."
With a bound, Bet jumped to her feet, caught the slight form of Joy, lifted her clear off the ground, then ran with her down to the creek.
"Come on, Enid, this girl needs to have her head soaked in cold water.
Let's do it." And in spite of the protests of the kicking, shrieking
Joy, the girls managed to get her to a pool of water in the creek bed.
"Now, Joy Evans, will you behave yourself?"
Bet held Joy's head under her arm, and using her arm as a dipper she poured water freely over the girl's head.