I went to Mrs. Livingston and told her all. Another girl was sent
from the camp, sent home disgraced. I was told that I might stay. I don't
know why, for I also deserve to be sent away. I now wish you girls to say
whether or not I shall go. If, after Mrs. Livingston has told you all that
I cannot tell, you think I ought to go, as I feel I should, I will do so,
knowing that you are right."
Mrs. Livingston rapped sharply on the table.
"Miss Kidder wishes an expression from her companions," she said in the
matter of fact tone of a presiding officer. "Any who believe that she
should be dismissed, will please rise."
Not a girl moved, scarcely a breath was heard.
"All in favor of her remaining will please rise."
Every girl in the room sprang to her feet. Mrs. Livingston smiled, a
smile of happy satisfaction. Cora Kidder stood pale and trembling. She
stepped forward until she was facing Harriet Burrell, whose face was as
pale as her own.
"Ha-arriet! Can you forgive me?"
"I--I think I forgave you long ago, Cora, for I knew that it was not
yourself. I, too, was at fault. I think my fault was the greater of the
two," answered Harriet steadily, sweeping the tense faces of her
companions in a slow glance. "Shall we agree to let 'bygones be bygones'
and be friends.
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