"Of course we love one another," said Eleanor. "That's one of the laws of the Fire, and it's one of the words we use to make up Wo-he-lo, too. So you see that it's just as important as it can be, Bessie." "Yes, indeed, I do see that. I'd be awfully stupid if I didn't, after the splendid way you've helped us, Miss Eleanor. What are we going to do now?" "We're going to join the big camp not far from here. Three or four Camp Fires are there together, and Mrs. Chester, who is Chief Guardian in the city, wants us to join them. I talked to her about you two over the long-distance telephone before we got on the train, and she's so anxious to see you, and help me to decide what is best for you to do. You'll love her, Bessie; you're sure to. She's so good and sweet to everyone. All the girls just worship her." "If she's half as nice as you, we're sure to love her," said Zara. Eleanor laughed. "I'm not half as wonderful as you think I am, Zara. But I'm nicer than I used to be, I think." "Oh!" "Yes, indeed! I used to be selfish and thoughtless, caring only about having a good time myself, and never thinking about other people at all. But Mrs. Chester talked to me." "I'll bet she never had a chance to scold you." "I'm afraid she did, Zara; but she didn't want to. That's not her way. She never scolds people. She just talks to them in that wonderful, quiet way of hers, and makes them see that they haven't been doing right." "But I don't believe you ever did anything that wasn't right." "Maybe I didn't mean to, and maybe it wasn't what I did that was wrong. It was more what I didn't do." "I don't see what you mean." "Well, I was careless and thoughtless, just as I said. I used to dance, and play games, and go to parties all the time." "I think that must be fine! Didn't you have to work at home, though?" "No; and that was just the trouble, you see. My people had plenty of money, and they just wanted me to have a good time. And I did--but I've had a better one since I started doing things for other people." "I bet you always did, really--" "I'm not an angel now, Zara, and I certainly never used to be, nor a bit like one. Just because I've happened to be able to help you two a little, you think altogether too much of me." "Oh, no; we couldn't--" "Well, as I was saying, Mrs. Chester saw how things were going, and she started to talk to me. I was horrid to her at first, and wouldn't pay any attention to her at all." "I'm going to ask her about that. I don't believe you ever were horrid to anyone." "Probably Mrs. Chester won't admit it, but it's true, just the same, Bessie. But she talked to me, and kept on talking, and she made me think about all the poorer girls who had to work so hard and couldn't go to parties. And I began to feel sorry, and wonder what I could do to make them happier." "You see, that's just what we said! You weren't selfish at all!"