"I sure won't," he said, not having seen her wink, and, as he turned
away, Dolly looked at Bessie with a gesture of comic despair.

"I think it's very mean to laugh at Walter's clothes, Dolly," said
Bessie. "They're not a bit sillier than some of the things the boys in
the city wear, are they, Margery?"

"I should say not--not half as foolish. I've seen some of your pet boys
wearing the sort of clothes one would expect men at the racetrack to
wear, and nobody else, Dolly. You want to get over thinking you're so
much better than everyone else--if you don't, it's going to make; you
unhappy."

Once they were at the ice-cream festival, where all the girls and young
fellows from miles around seemed to have gathered, Dolly seemed prepared
to have a very good time, however. She entered into the spirit of the
occasion, and, though she, like Bessie and most of the Camp Fire Girls,
would not take part in the kissing games that were popular, she wasn't a
bit stiff or superior.

"I wonder where that nice boy that thrashed Jake Hoover is?" she asked
Bessie, after they had been there for a while.

"Oh, that's whom you're looking for!" exclaimed Bessie, with a laugh.
"Will Burns, you mean? That's so, Dolly--he said he was coming here,
didn't he?"

"He certainly did. I'd like to see him again, Bessie. He wasn't as
stupid as most of country boys."