"Yes--what?" Sadie demanded, the sharpness again in evidence. Olga faced her steadily. "Sadie, I'm going to put it to you straight, for if you join, you've got to understand exactly how it is." "I know," Sadie broke out angrily, "you're just letting me in so's to get 'Lizabeth. You can't fool me, Olga Priest." "I know it, and I'm not trying to," Olga answered quietly. "Now listen to me, Sadie. _I_ wouldn't have let you join only, as you say, to get Elizabeth. But Miss Laura wants you for yourself too." "'D she say so?" Sadie demanded eagerly. "Yes, she said so." Again Olga looked straight into the sharp little suspicious face of the younger girl. "Sadie, you're no fool. I wonder if you've grit enough to listen to some very plain facts--things that you won't like to hear. Because you've got to understand and do your part, or else you'll get no pleasure of our Camp Fire if you do join. Are you game, Sadie Page?" The eyes of the two met in a long look and neither wavered. Finally Sadie said sulkily, "Yes, I'm game. Of course, it's something hateful, but--go ahead. I'm listening." "No, it isn't hateful--at least, I don't mean it so," and actually Olga was astonished to find now that she no longer hated this girl. "I'm just trying to do the best I can for you. Of course, if you come in, Elizabeth, too, must come to all the meetings; but I'll help you, Sadie, just as I helped her, to win honours, and I'll teach you to do the craft work, and to meet the Fire Maker's tests later. I'll do everything I can for you, Sadie." "Will you show me how to make the Camp Fire dress and the bead headbands and all that?" Sadie demanded breathlessly. "Yes--all that." "O, goody!" Sadie gave a little gleeful skip. "I know I can learn--I _know_ I can--better'n 'Lizabeth." Then, seeing Olga's frown, Sadie added hastily, "But 'Lizabeth can learn to do some of them, I guess, too." "Elizabeth can learn if she has half a chance," Olga said. "She works so hard at home that she is too tired to learn other things quickly." Sadie shot an angry glance at the other girl's face, but she managed with an effort to hold back the sharp words she plainly longed to fling out. She was silent a moment, then she asked, "You said 'things that I wouldn't like.' What are they?" "Sadie--did you know that you can be extremely disagreeable without half trying?" Olga asked very quietly. "I d'know what you mean." Sadie's face darkened, and her voice was sulky and defiant. "I wonder if you really don't," Olga said, looking at her thoughtfully. "But it's true, Sadie. You have hateful little ways of speaking and doing things. They're only habits--you can break yourself of them, and quick and bright as you are, you'll find that the girls--our Camp Fire Girls--will like you and take you right in as soon as you do drop those ugly nagging ways. You know, Sadie, you can't ever be really happy yourself until you try to make other people happy----"