Polly laughed, but Barbara thought Eleanor meant it, so she replied:
"Then Polly had better go in and see if everything is safe for the
night."
Anne had been so rudely shocked that day at the selfishness apparent in
Barbara's character, that she did not try to hide her opinion. The
wonder was, that she ever could have been so completely taken in during
the months in Denver, as to declare Barbara to be a splendid girl when
one knew her. She now decided that it took ranch life and mountain
exploits to show up genuine characteristics and thoughts.
"Polly, I'll go in first!" offered Eleanor, dropping to her knees to
crawl in at the opening.
"Eleanor Maynard! Come back here!" cried Barbara, taking hold of her
sister's feet.
"Nolla, you shan't take the glory from me!" laughed Polly.
Meantime Eleanor was pulled back and rolled over, laughing as heartily
as if she were at a farce-comedy.
"Now listen to me!" advised Polly, shaking a finger at the three girls.
"First of all, Anne and Bob must go and watch the fires, then unpack
the panniers, and next make beds of the tips--you know how, Anne?"
"I've watched the school children at Bear Forks weave it, so I'm sure I
can make them, too," replied Anne.
"Good! You stick the little stem-ends under the soft fuzz of the others
just laid. The principal thing is not to have hard prods hurting the
body, and the tips will take care of the springs and softness, all
right," said Polly.
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