She had not looked for this result, and
though she had not made the complaint in person, her criticism of Harriet
had been a boomerang that had returned and hit Patricia. This made the
girl even more bitter against Harriet than before.
The following two days brought with them less friction in the kitchen.
Harriet Burrell's soups delighted the girls and the guardians; many were
the compliments bestowed upon the blushing Harriet.
It was now the fifth day of Harriet's soup-making; the last in the test
for the "honor." It seemed a foregone conclusion that the young woman had
won her bead for this achievement in cookery. Harriet naturally felt
gratified. It meant something to win even one bead in the Camp Girls'
Association as every member of the organization had soon come to know. No
girl ever had won all of the "honors" these "honors" covering so many
fields of achievement as to make this well-nigh impossible.
"Well, Miss Burrell," smiled the Chief Guardian that evening after they
had sat down to the tables and grace had been said. "I suppose you will be
entitled to wear a new bead to-morrow."
"I hope so, Mrs. Livingston," answered Harriet with a blush.
"Wait till you try the thoup," suggested Tommy.
"I agree with you," said Hazel.
"Your friends do not seem to have the same confidence in your soup making
that the rest of us feel," smiled Miss Partridge.
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