“There ain’t no use your trying to make something of yourself, Nan,” he said more kindly than he had spoken before during the day. “This Camp Fire business don’t mean anything real. These girls maybe are letting you live with them and treating you fairly well but once you’re grown up, maybe they’ll say ‘Howdy do’ to you on the street, but they won’t ever ask you into their houses or be your friends. I bet they didn’t want you driving into town and being seen on the street with them to-day. I was watching and saw them set you down at your own door pretty prompt.”
“It wasn’t because they were ashamed of me,” Nan defended promptly, and yet although she knew that what she had said was true she could not help feeling both sore and ashamed. For the other Camp Fire girls really had the right to feel differently toward her when her own family would do nothing to make themselves respected and when she found it so hard to struggle with so much against her. For an instant Nan felt as if she might have to give up. But only for an instant, for she raised her flushed face and her brother saw the tears standing in her large dark eyes.
“The girls would have been perfectly willing to take me into the village,” she explained more quietly, “only they knew I had to work at home and they were going in on an important errand to get some money or jewelry of Betty’s from the bank before it closed. They wanted to get back to the cabin before dark or else Betty said they would have stopped by and taken me home with them.”
The moment after these words passed Nan’s lips she regretted them, not because she believed any possible harm could come of them but because she remembered that Betty and Polly had both told her no one else had been told of their intention and she did not wish to be the one to betray their confidence.
“Please don’t tell anybody what I have just said?” she begged beseechingly, but already her brother was lounging away as though he had grown tired of the confinement of the kitchen and apparently had not even heard her. But when Nan repeated her request he returned. “Oh, certainly I won’t tell, Nan. Who on earth would I mention such a silly thing to anyway? It seems to me you Sunrise Camp Fire girls think every little thing you do and say of importance to all the world.”
CHAPTER VII
Turning the Tables
When Anthony Graham left his home and started walking slowly through the woods he had absolutely no definite intention of any kind in his mind. He was bored and a little ashamed of harassing his sister. For if Anthony had confessed the truth to himself down in his heart he was really both glad and proud of what Nan was trying to do and had felt secretly more ashamed of himself since she began her efforts. For the boy had a better mind than his sister and had more inheritances from his father’s family. His idleness and weakness came more from his unfortunate environment and from the fact that nothing had as yet awakened any ambition or better feeling in him. He had not told Nan what he wanted with the money asked of her, but for the past ten days had been thinking that if only he could get away somewhere out of Woodford, where no one knew anything of him or his family, and have a fair start, why he too might amount to something in the future so that Nan need not be shamed by him.
He walked for half a mile or so and then sitting down on a log began to whittle. There wasn’t any use trying to clear out without money to buy food and he did not wish to remain anywhere in the immediate neighborhood. It had occurred to Anthony in the past week that he might work and earn sufficient money for his escape, but having applied at three or four places and been refused, his old shiftlessness and lack of will power laid fresh hold on him so that he gave up the effort. Now, as he sat at his usual occupation of killing time, he tried to banish all thought and all desire.
He intended waiting until it was time to walk back to the Sunrise cabin with Nan and then go into the village and find his equally idle friends.
Suddenly Polly’s laugh sounded and then Betty’s, as though in response to something her companion had said. The girls were driving along the road toward home and a little farther on would come within a dozen yards of the spot where Anthony was seated, concealed from view of the road by the grouping of trees.