"Belle Ringold!" exclaimed Amy, much amused. "Can't we go anywhere without Belle and Sally showing up?"
The two girls whom they all considered so unpleasant appeared at the top of the small hill and came down the path. They were rather absurdly dressed for an outing. Certainly their frocks would have looked better at dinner or at a dance than in the woods. And they strutted along as though they quite well knew they had on their very best furbelows.
"Oh, dear me! there's that awful child again," drawled Belle, before she saw the older girls sitting at the spring.
"She must be lost away up here," said Sally Moon, idly. "Say, kid, run get this folding cup filled at the spring."
"What for?" demanded Henrietta.
"Why, so I can drink from it, foolish!"
"You bring me a drink first," said the freckle-faced girl stoutly. "Nobody didn't make me your servant to run your errands—so now!"
"Listen to her!" laughed Belle. "She waits on Jess Norwood and Amy Drew hand and foot. Of course she is a servant."
"You ain't a servant when you wait on folks for love," declared Henrietta, quickly.