However, I do not believe that Harriet Burrell could do
a dishonorable act if she tried ever so hard," smiled Miss Elting. "Put
your head down here on my lap, Harriet, and be comfortable. Does any one
else know?"
Harriet shook her head that lay in Miss Elting's lap.
"Then let matters rest as they are for the present," replied the teacher.
"Let us hope that the girl's conscience may trouble her so much that she
will confess her part in the affair to Mrs. Livingston. That will relieve
you of all responsibility."
"She never will," muttered Harriet.
The guardian and Harriet strolled slowly back toward the camp. On the way
there just at the edge of the camp they passed Patricia Scott. The latter
gave Harriet a contemptuous glance, then coolly ignored her nod which was
more friendly than Patricia could have hoped for. Miss Elting saw the
hostile glance and the ignoring of Harriet's nod.
"If that young woman were in my division I certainly should call her to
account for that. Doesn't she like you?" questioned Miss Elting bending a
keen look on her companion.
"She doesn't seem to like me very well," answered Harriet, then changing
the subject she began discussing a tall tree that stood just in front of
the tent occupied by the Chief Guardian. It was one of those spindling
pines that seem to pierce the sky.
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