The girl she was looking down upon always had amused Kara and herself. She was so unlike any of them. Her light hair was almost as short as a boy’s and was boyish in appearance, save that it curled in an almost babyish fashion. Her eyes were wide open and a light china blue. Here her doll-like attributes ended. She had a short, determined nose, a square chin, and a large mouth filled with small, even teeth.
She had an odd, boyish name as well, Evan Phillips. No one knew a great deal about her. She had come with her mother to live in Westhaven the winter before in order to go to school. She had spoken of living in California before that time. A member of a Girl Scout Patrol in the west, she had asked to be admitted into the Eagle’s Wing Troop in Westhaven.
The three other members of the second Patrol were Julia and Frances Murray and Ann Fletcher.
“What is a crucible, Evan?” Tory inquired. “I don’t care in the least how many of our Scout principles are cast into it, if only Kara is here at camp with us. I know what Louise means, but no one need be troubled. If Kara will permit it, I shall wish to be with her always.”
“You will not be allowed, Tory. Remember, Kara is our friend as well as yours, and we have known her longer,” Dorothy McClain and the other girls protested, almost in the same words and at the same instant.
“Suppose you do not argue any more for the present,” a quiet voice interrupted, the same voice that so often gave Tory the sensation that she had been quietly and politely restrained from too great intensity.
“I am sure I hear some one coming, three people in fact.”
It was slightly annoying to the American Girl Scouts that in many ways their English guest had a better outdoor training than any one of them. However, this was not her first camping experience.
A moment or so later Dr. McClain appeared at an opening between two of the trees in the encircling grove. He was accompanied by Sheila Mason and Miss Frean. The two women remained outside. Alone Dr. McClain entered the charmed circle. At once a dozen girls were crowding about him.
A quarter of an hour after Tory Drew and Dorothy McClain were walking with him toward the road that led back into Westhaven.