"
"How?"
"In the easiest way you can imagine. I'll say that Harriet never has liked
me and that she had taken my towel and hidden it purposely, just to
produce it at the right time and accuse me of having been implicated in
the hazing."
"But it wasn't your towel," protested Cora. "It was mine."
"That's all right. That will make it all the better. She will say it was
your towel and I will say it was mine. Don't you see how that will mix the
affair up? You must stand by me if it comes to that."
"Of course," answered Cora Kidder, but in rather a weak voice. She was not
a bad girl at heart, but she was easily influenced; it was not difficult
to persuade her to look at any matter with other eyes than her own. It was
the bad influence of Patricia Scott that already had led Cora so far into
mischief, and that gave promise of leading her still farther. Patricia, on
the other hand, possessed a jealous and revengeful disposition. It had
caused her trouble in her own home and lost her many friends in her home
town. She had been sent to the camp in the hope that the wholesome life in
the woods might give her a new point of view, and that the association
with the Camp Girls might make a better girl of her. Thus far the desired
result had not been attained, though she had managed to hide her
shortcomings from Mrs.
Pages:
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157