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Zara was quite willing, and in half an hour or less the two girls were back in camp with a good load of apples. Then Bessie spoke to Wanaka when the Guardian was alone for the moment. "May I have some flour and sugar?" she said. Wanaka looked at her curiously, but gave her what she wanted. And Bessie, finding a smooth white board, was soon busy rolling pastry.
But when the meal was over Bessie slipped away, while Wanaka was serving out some preserves, and returned in a moment, bearing her pie nobly browned, with crisp, flaky crust. "I've only made one pie like this before and I never used that sort of an oven," she said, shyly. "So I don't know if it's very good. But I thought I would try it."
Her duty, too, was with the girls who remained, and she could only wait, wondering. She greeted Bessie with a glad cry when she saw her. "Oh, I'm so glad!" she exclaimed. "But what are you doing with that sheet? And why, you're crying!" "I'm not really," said Bessie. "But I laughed so hard that it made the tears come that's all, Wanaka." Then she told her story, and Wanaka had to laugh, too.
"And Wanaka talked to me about my father. She says she has a friend in the city who's a lawyer, and that as soon as we get back she'll speak to him, and get him to see that he is fairly treated. I feel ever so much better."
"I hadn't thought of that, Zara. But he might. If he stops to think and realizes that someone turned his own trick against him, or if he tells someone, and they laugh at him, he'll want to get even. I'd certainly hate to have him see one of us." But their fears were groundless. For, as soon as breakfast was over, Wanaka called all the girls together. "We're going to move," she said.
"Now suppose we go off by ourselves and have a little talk, Bessie," she suggested. "I'm sure you have something to tell me, haven't you?" "Yea, indeed, Miss Wanaka," said Bessie. She knew that in Wanaka she had found, by a lucky chance, a friend she could trust and one who could give her good advice. Wanaka smiled at her as she led the way to the largest of the tents.
We'll start right after lunch, shall we?" "All right," said Bessie. But before it was time to make a start she sought out Miss Eleanor. "I'm not really afraid, Wanaka," she said, using the Indian name, since, here in the woods, it seemed natural to do it. "But I thought I ought to ask you if you think it's all right for me to go off with Dolly?
Others, who had been fishing, were displaying their catch, and cleaning the gleaming trout, soon to be cooked with crisp bacon, and to form the chief dish of the evening meal. Wanaka smiled at them as the two girls appeared with the water. "You're making a good start as Camp Fire Girls," she told them. "We all try to help. Later on, if you like, I'll give you a lesson in cooking."
But they could not, from the place where the fire had been made, see the road or the carriages. "I don't think anyone will come along looking for you," Wanaka told Bessie, "but if we stay out of sight we'll surely be on the safe side." Suddenly, as they were about to sit down, Zara cried out. "My handkerchief!" she said. "It's gone and I had it just before we crossed the road.
And people say she steals chickens. I know she doesn't, because once or twice when they said she'd done that, she'd been in the woods with me, walking about. And another time I saw a hawk swoop down and take one of Maw Hoover's hens, and she was always sure that Zara'd done that." Wanaka had watched Bessie very closely while she told her story.
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