"NOBODY WANTS TO BE DONE GOOD TO"
A canoe containing three girls had been out on the waters of the lake
near the foot of Sunrise Hill for the past two hours. A part of the
time it had been swiftly shot through the water only to rest afterwards
in certain shadowed places, where fishing lines were quietly dropped
over its sides, until now a flat birch basket in its stern was filled
with freshly caught fish.
There had been little conversation during this time, but now Polly
O'Neill, letting her paddle rest for a moment, said to her fellow
oarsman:
"Come, Betty, let us drift for a while. We don't have to get back to
camp just yet, for it will be another two hours probably before our
supposedly unexpected guests arrive, so we will have plenty of time to
help with the preparations, to fry the fish and have Mollie make her
inspired corn dodgers. It will be rather good fun when the Indian
chiefs appear to strike terror to our hospitality, if not to our souls,
for us to be ready and waiting for them, Semper paratus, always
prepared, we can assure them is a Camp Fire girl's motto. But just now
I wish to talk."
Betty's back was turned to the speaker, but her sister, Mollie, sat
facing her midway between the other two seats. Quietly and without
replying Betty acquiesced in the request, permitting their canoe to
glide slowly toward a small island and getting her kodak ready for
action. One of her summer amusements was the making of a collection of
animal and bird pictures, and now a large nest overhanging the water
attracted her attention.
Therefore it was Mollie who replied to her sister, although the remark
had not been made directly to her.
"Yes, Polly, we know you want to talk and we think we know what you want
to talk about. I saw it on your face at breakfast even if Betty didn't
and knew perfectly well why you persuaded Miss Martha to let us come
with you for the fishing and no one else, even when Sylvia Wharton was
almost in tears at being left behind."
"You don't know what I want to talk about, do you, Princess? Mollie is
absurd, for I am sure I was not thinking of it at breakfast," Polly
halloed, wishing that her friend's face was toward her so that she might
gain something from her expression. A moment longer she had to wait for
her answer because a great heron, startled by the noise, rose out of its
nest flapping its great wings and ungainly legs and Betty's kodak
instantly clicked with its appearance. Then she shook her head slowly,
still not turning around, as she replied:
"Yes, I do know, Polly. That is why I would not agree to come with you
until I had first had a little talk with Miss McMurtry. I didn't want
to be obstinate if I am wrong, but she feels exactly as I do."
Polly whistled softly, two bright spots of color showing on her high
cheek bones, a signal with her of being desperately in earnest.
Nevertheless she returned indifferently: "Of course if Betty and our
guardian agree, then have righteousness and truth met together and there
is no use wasting my breath by putting in my poor little plea."
"There is no use in your being disagreeable, Polly," Mollie advised, who
was not in the least afraid of scolding her sister, although rarely
quarreling with her. "In this case I think Betty is entirely in the
right, for this is not a question of money or family or many of the
things you and Betty disagree about, it is a question of the person!"
"Gracious, what person?" Polly protested. "You are both talking
riddles. Have I mentioned anybody's name or proposed any mortal thing?
If I happen to be interested in this Nan Graham and to believe that
things have been made pretty hard for her, is it anybody's business? I
don't know just what it is about her that makes me feel as if she were a
poor little hunted animal. I really don't think anybody has ever been
even decently kind to her in her life; she has always had a bad name,
and it must be a pretty hard thing to have to grow up in the shadow of
one with no one to give you a boost. Take that affair at school; it was
never positively proven that Nan was dishonest. Only she had told a few
lies and her family was so horrid. Another girl might have been given
another chance!"
"Well, we can't give her a chance at our Camp Fire club this summer,
dear, Miss Martha is positive about it, so don't pretend that is not
what you have on your mind," Betty interrupted. "I am sorry, but Miss
Martha says she is a very different type of girl from the rest of us and
might get us into trouble, and she is afraid our parents would not like
her being with us."
"I don't know about parents, but I am sure mother wouldn't mind our
helping another girl, perhaps just because she is different." And
Polly's eyes filled with quick tears at the thought of her first long
separation from her mother.
But Mollie shook her head slowly though not unsympathetically. "I am
not so sure, Polly," she argued. "You know mother is always urging you
to be sensible first and sentimental afterwards, and says that half the
trouble in your life will come from working the other way round. Just
take the question of the money; Nan Graham would never be able to pay
her share, and although we let Mr. Ashton give us our camping outfit,
each one of us is to pay her portion of our expenses and to try and find
out how economical we can be. It isn't fair to impose a girl on Betty--"
"I have no idea of imposing Nan Graham on Betty," Polly interrupted
hastily. "If it ever comes to be just a question of money, why I will
promise to pay her expenses and to try to be responsible for her."
"You?" Mollie stared. "Polly O'Neill, you must be out of your senses.
You know we have just barely enough for ourselves and are even trying to
save a bit out of that, besides working at basket making and anything
else we can do, to send mother some extra money."
Polly smiled in a superior fashion. "There are more ways for making
money, Sinopa, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. I have my own
reasons for not telling you, but I expect to come into a sum of money
shortly which will certainly be more than enough to pay this poor Nan's
expenses."
"But it is not the money that I care about in the least, Poay," Betty
exclaimed, "and you know it! Somehow I am just afraid that in some way
Nan will bring unhappiness among us."
"Of course it is not the money you care about, Princess." (Polly's
apology was as ardent as her suggestion.) "Sometimes I wonder what
would happen to you if you should ever be poor and have to learn to
think about such an ugly, commonplace thing as money. Never mind, I am
going to be an American Sarah Bernhardt and you and Mollie can travel
about in my private car with me. But you understand if you agree to let
Nan Graham stay in camp with us, I can't let her be an expense to you or
the other girls."
By way of answer Betty looked at her watch. "It is getting pretty late,
Polly, don't you think we had better get back to camp?" she proposed.
In perfect accord the two girls now swept their canoe back to their
landing place, for they could row perfectly together, swim, paddle a
canoe, ride, play tennis, in fact do everything except have the same
opinions.
The two girls carried the basket of fish, leaving Mollie to tie up the
canoe.
"I hope you don't feel very disappointed, Polly, it was because I was
afraid you might think it a good idea to have Nan Graham join our Camp
Fire club that I asked you not to think of it last night," Betty said,
apologetically, sorry as always to disappoint her friend and not
unaffected by her point of view.
"Ah, but you put it in my head, Betty Ashton. Really I never dreamed at
first of letting Nan do anything more than come and see what our Camp
Fire life was like. She was so eager and so interested when I met her
yesterday that she seemed kind of pitiful to me. She told me she was
dreadfully lonely because nice girls wouldn't have anything more to do
with her now and yet she didn't want really to be bad. No one will take
her to work, so she couldn't think what she could do with herself all
summer. Last night when you went in to bed I kept on thinking about her
and about what our Camp Fire may mean some day when we are older and
stronger ourselves and understand more about it. Of course no one wants
to be done good to, that is horrid and patronizing, but everybody wants
to be made happier, rich people: and poor people too. Remember how you
once said that Wohelo, Work, Health and Love, solved all life's
difficulties.
"Wohelo means love. We love Love, for love is life, and light and joy
and sweetness, And love is comradeship and motherhood, and fatherhood,
and all dear Kinship. Love is the joy of kinship so deep that self is
forgotten."
"Now I wonder if comradeship and kinship really mean just caring about
the people we would have had to care about anyway, our own friends or
our own family?"
Having unconsciously touched upon one of the biggest questions in the
world and having no answer, the two girls were both silent for a moment.
Then Polly added in a surrender unusual to her:
"Don't worry, Betty, perhaps you are, right after all. Nobody can live
up to all the things we preach. Anyhow it was, good of you to ask Miss
Martha to let Nan spend the day with us. She says she will never get
over the pleasure of it as long as she lives."
"Don't, Polly, really I do not think I can be expected to bear any more.
You, have made me feel already that if Nan Graham ever does anything
wrong or brings any sorrow on herself by her behavior, why it will
somehow be my fault. Why do you make me responsible when you know Miss
McMurtry and most of the other girls are just as opposed to having her
with us as I am?" said Betty, realizing that her defense was a sign of
weakness and yet feeling that Polly had somehow driven her to the wall.
"Because, Betty, you know that if you try you can bring some of the
girls to your way of thinking and I can work on the others. Then
together if we promise to be responsible for Nan's good behavior, why we
may be able to influence Miss Martha."
Betty sighed. Mollie was catching up with them and they had almost
reached camp, which was a scene of the most amazing activity.
"Ask me again to-night, Polly, I will try to think things over a little
more."
There was no opportunity for any further discussion, for at this instant
Meg and Eleanor swept down upon them.