Mrs. Livingston saw them in the
distance when she came out, but her attention was immediately centred on
Jane.
"Miss McCarthy," she said. "I wouldn't keep Harriet up long, were I in
your place. The poor girl has had a trying time of it this evening. Were
the two girls who just walked away from here, Miss Scott and Miss Kidder?"
"Yes, ma'am. And I gave them a good stiff punch--I mean I told them--I let
them know how much I loved them."
"Try to love every one, Miss McCarthy. It doesn't pay for one to go about
with any other feeling in the heart."
"I guess I must have been born with the other feeling," returned Crazy
Jane. "But at any rate, I know I have the other feeling now."
"Try to be like Miss Burrell, sweet and forgiving. Good night."
"Good night, Mrs. Livingston. I'll just say 'good night' to Harriet. I
won't stay a minute."
Jane was true to her word. She ran into the tent and gathering Harriet in
her arms, kissed her on the forehead, very gently, too, for Jane; after
which the impulsive girl ran out without giving Harriet a chance to say a
word.
The hour for "lights out" not having arrived, most of the girls were out
by the campfire chatting. Harriet preferred to be alone on this occasion.
She did not feel equal to talking with any one.
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