The Outdoor Girls of Deepdale; Or, camping and tramping for fun and health by Laura Lee Hope

  CHAPTER III

  JEALOUSIES

  "What do they find to talk about so often?"

  "And so secretly. As soon as any of us other girls come near they beginto speak of the weather--or something like that."

  Thus remarked Alice Jallow to Kittie Rossmore a few days after theformation of the Camping and Tramping Club. The question and commentstook place in the court of the High School, just before the bell was toring for the morning session.

  "It's all Betty Nelson's doings," declared Alice, who had often tried tomake herself more intimate with the quartette of friends, butunsuccessfully. The other girls did not care for these two.

  "Yes. Grace, Mollie and Amy will do anything Betty tells them,"asserted Kittie.

  "I don't see why she is so popular. She hasn't a bit of style about her."

  "I should say not! Her skirt is entirely too wide, and her blouse neverseems cut right."

  "They say her mother doesn't believe in style. But I do," said Alice."I'd rather have a cheap dress, if it was in style, than somethingold-fashioned, even if it cost a lot more."

  "So would I. Look at them now, with their heads together! I wonder ifthey're going to have a dance?"

  "I don't know. How can we find out?"

  "Leave it to me. Jennie Plum is quite friendly with Mollie. I'll get herto ask some questions."

  "Do; and then tell me. I'm sure they're getting up some affair."

  "I shouldn't wonder. If they'd only ask us--"

  "We have a right to be asked!" and Alice flared up.

  The warning bell interrupted further conversation, and the girls and boysfiled into their classrooms.

  As Alice had remarked, there was a good deal of talk going on among thefour members of the newly-formed Camping and Tramping Club. Every sparemoment the four seemed to have something to say to each other, as one orthe other thought of some new point to consider.

  Following the hasty formation of the organization, the girls had sentletters to their friends and relatives asking if it would be convenientto entertain them. Some favorable answers had been received, others weredelayed. There were no refusals.

  "As soon as we know on whom we can depend, we can make up a schedule--'anitinerary'"--Betty had said. "We will know just where we will stop eachnight, so the folks can send us word, if they have to," she added.

  "Why should they have to, unless something happens?" asked Amy.

  "Oh, that five hundred dollar bill might be claimed," said Betty. "We'dwant to know about that."

  "And you haven't heard a word yet?" asked Grace.

  "Not a word! I telephoned to the paper, and they said no replies had comein there. If that young man is depending on this money to make hisfortune, I'm afraid he'll be broken instead of made, to use his ownexpression," and Betty sighed.

  The warning bell had broken in on their talk, as it had on that of therival girls. And then began the school day.

  It was warm--very warm for that time of year, being early May, and as themembers of the new Camping and Tramping Club looked from the openwindows, out to where Spring was already forcing into bloom the flowers,and urging the trees to greater activity, as regards the tender greenleaves, there came an almost overpowering desire to toss aside books andpapers, and get out where the smell of the brown earth mingled with theperfume of growing vegetation.

  The teachers, doubtless, found it difficult also, for the call of naturemanifested itself to them, and the girls and boys, rather selfishly, didnot make it as easy as they might.

  The noon recess again brought the four friends together, and Bettyshowed a tentative program she had surreptitiously scribbled during astudy period.

  It contained the names of towns, with the available relatives of thegirls set down opposite each one, and a rough calculation of the timerequired to walk from one place to the other.

  "It seems as if we ought to start at once," exclaimed Mollie. "Aren't youjust dying to go, Amy?"

  "I am--yes." There was hesitation in the tones.

  "Why, what is the matter?" asked Grace, quickly. "Are you ill, Amy?" forthe girl looked pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

  "No, I'm all right. But papa and mamma don't seem to want me to go--atleast they say they rather I would not just at present."

  "The idea!"

  "After we have it almost all arranged!"

  "Why not?"

  These comments and the question were fairly shot at Amy.

  "I--I don't know," she faltered. "At first they did not seem to mind--butlast night--oh, I dare say it will, be all right, girls. Don't mind me,"and Amy tried to smile, though it could easily be seen that it cost heran effort.

  She did not want to tell that she had overheard her parents discussingsomething the night before that troubled her--a topic that had beenhushed when she unexpectedly came into the room. And that it had to dowith the proposed little trip Amy was sure. Yet Mr. and Mrs. Stoningtonhad at first shown much interest in it, and had written to variousrelatives asking them to entertain the girls.

  "Stuck up things!" murmured Alice Jallow, toward the close of the noonrecess, when the four chums had kept to one corner of the school court,eating their lunches, and never joining in the activities, or talk, ofthe other pupils.

  "I wonder what they can be planning?" murmured Alice. "If they'regetting up a new society, we'll do the same, and we won't ask them tojoin."

  "Indeed we won't," agreed her chum. "That Betty Nelson thinks she canrun the school. I'll show her that she can't!"

  "And if they knew what I know about Amy Stonington I don't believe they'dbe so thick with her."

  "What do you mean?"

  "It's a secret."

  "Oh, tell me, Alice," pleaded Kittie. "You know I won't evertell--honest!"

  "Promise?"

  "Promise!"

  "Well then--oh, come over here. There's that horrid Sadie Jones trying tohear what we're saying," and the two girls, arm in arm, strolled off to adistant part of the court.

  The afternoon session wore on. The day grew warmer, the sky becameovercast, and there was the dull muttering of distant thunder. Thereseemed a tension in the air--as if something was going to snap. Doubtlessyou have often felt it--a sensation as though pins and needles werepricking you all over. As though you wanted to scream--to cryout--against an uncertain sensation that gripped you.

  In the various classrooms the droning voices were heard--of thepupils in recitations, or of the teachers as they patiently explainedsome point.

  The thunder rumbled nearer and nearer. Now and then a vivid flash oflightning split the sombre clouds. At such times the nervous girls wouldjump in their seats, and there would follow hysterical, though quicklysubdued, bursts of laughter from their more stolid mates, or the boys.

  The four who were to go on the walking tour together were in the Latinclass. Amy was standing up, translating--or trying to translate--apassage from Caesar. She halted and stammered, though usually she gotperfect marks in this study.

  "Take it a bit slower, Miss Stonington," suggested Miss Greene, theteacher. "That is very good. You should know that word--_nequaquam_--takeyour time."

  "_Nequaquam"_ said Amy faintly, "not ever--"

  There was a titter from Alice Jallow, in which Kittie Rossmore joined.Poor Amy looked distressed. Tears came into her eyes.

  There shot across the black heavens a vivid flash of lightning, and abursting crash so promptly came echoing that nearly every one of thegirls started from her desk, and a number screamed, while even the boyswere startled.

  Then, with a low moan, Amy swayed, and fell backward into the arms ofBetty.

  "She's fainted!" exclaimed Miss Greene. "Girls, keep quiet! Some one getme a glass of water!"

  There was a stir among the boys who occupied one side of the big room,and Frank Haley hastened out.