“I see, Teresa, feminine society is not enough for you. I wonder if it ever will be,” Louise remarked with such profound disgust and annoyance that Dorothy shook her head reproachfully.
“Don’t be so cross, Ouida, I am sure Teresa does not mean any great harm. I like boys, I am obliged to like them with six brothers of my own. Besides, I feel as Teresa does that it is stupid and self righteous of us to continue to refuse to have anything to do with the Boy Scouts simply because they once offended us. Certainly I miss the opportunity to see Lance and Don now and then.”
Anxious to be out of the conversation, Louise Miller picked up a book of nature studies on the New England country, by John Burroughs, and began reading.
Teresa Peterson’s nature was not a straightforward one. Without actual proof Louise Miller felt this instinctively. Of course there was no great harm in her. But then all the more reason why she might make mischief without intending it.
A few moments later the three girls moved back toward camp. Tent inspection was over and they were going for an all-day hike through the woods.
CHAPTER VIII
LIGHT AND SHADE
Victoria Drew sat on the lowest step leading into the evergreen cabin. This was the name she preferred to call it. Inside Kara lay asleep.