The Camp Fire Girls at Half Moon LakeVandercook, Margaret
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The Camp Fire Girls at Half Moon Lake
Vandercook, Margaret
Camp Fire Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Societies and clubs -- Juvenile fiction
“Yes, I suppose you are, nevertheless I think you are sensible. After an
argument with Aunt Patricia you would have little strength left to
discuss business affairs in New York, and besides you probably would
have to run away in the end in any case. I’ll present your letter,
although I do think you are asking a good deal of me.”
“Sally, you are a joy forever!” the Camp Fire guardian returned.
Two days later after dusk, when the girls and Miss Patricia had finished
supper and were in the living-room, an automobile drew up before Tahawus
cabin. Five minutes after, Mrs. Burton stood in the center of the circle
of girls, who were helping her remove her wraps.
Save for a curt nod of her head, Miss Patricia Lord gave no further sign
of being aware of her presence.
A little later, as Mrs. Burton approached her, she drew back.
“Please tell us at once what decision you have reached, Polly. Do you
intend to disregard your responsibility as a Camp Fire guardian and the
wishes of your family and friends and return to the stage when your
health as well as your age make it impossible?”
Mrs. Burton shook her head.
“Really, Aunt Patricia, that is an unkind fashion of presenting the
situation and I hope the girls will not agree with you. I have no idea
of giving up my position as guardian so long as the Sunrise Camp Fire
girls do not desire some one else. In a few weeks they will be leaving
Tahawus cabin and returning home and we have no right to be selfish
enough to ask them to remain longer. As for me, I am entirely well
again, thanks to you. I saw a specialist in New York and he agrees with
the doctor here that I need have no further anxiety about myself. And I
have had a splendid offer which has made me very happy. Really, Aunt
Patricia, I am not yet too old, but as I am becoming so, all the more
reason why I should return to the stage immediately. I have not wished
to worry you, but the day before I left for New York I received a very
discouraging letter from my husband telling me that some stock in which
we had invested more heavily than we should had ceased to be of value.
So you must understand the necessity for me to return to work as well as
the pleasure. I know, dear, that you would help us of course, but it is
not necessary and already we have accepted too much from you. I wrote
Richard mentioning what I wished to do, told him not to worry over the
tiresome stock, and he telegraphed his consent when I was in New York.
You’ll come and live with us; I’m sure you will enjoy the winter. I have
been idling too long.”
There was a silence in the room waiting for Miss Patricia to reply.
Finally she arose.
“As you have arrived at your decision without consulting me and knowing
it to be against my wish and judgment, Polly, there is nothing for me to
say. Only bear in mind that our friendship is ended and I shall never
forgive you.”
Miss Patricia stalked out of the room.
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