About the same time discord arose among the girls.
Mr. Hazeltine had had a slide made for the children in the back yard. It was built from the top of the stable loft, and was as good a substitute for a hill as such an affair could be. Here they had a grand time till one day when Elsie insisted it was her turn to slide.
"No, it is Dora's," objected Louise. "Isn't it, Constance?"
But Constance, always devoted to Elsie, was not sure. Bess and Helen both agreed with Louise.
"I am sure it is my turn to slide," said Dora, "but if Elsie thinks it is hers, I'd rather have her take it."
Bess had very positive ideas of fairness, however, and would not give up. "No," she declared, "it is her turn, and we must play fair or it isn't any fun."
"But I know it is my turn," said Elsie, equally stubborn; "Connie thinks so too."
"Never mind, Bess," pleaded Dora.
"I shall mind; for when Louise and Helen and I all say it is your turn, and only Constance thinks it is Elsie's, you have a—a majority, and she ought to see it."
"Yes," added Louise, admiring her sister's big word; "I think you ought, Elsie."