“Jane Pratt,” replied Carmen.  “I asked her a long time ago if I might sleep with her on the first trip, and she said, certainly I might, and she would bring along enough blankets for the two of us, and I wouldn’t need to bother bringing any.  So I didn’t bring any blankets; but when I asked her just now where we were going to sleep, she said she hadn’t the faintest notion where I was going to sleep, but she was going to sleep alone in the woods, away from the rest of us.  She laughed at me, and said she never intended to bring along enough blankets for the two of us, and that I should have known better than to believe her.  What shall I do?” she wailed, beginning to weep in earnest.

Katherine gave vent to an exclamation that sent a nearby chipmunk scampering away in a panic.  She looked around for Miss Judy, but Miss Judy was deep in the woods with the other councilors getting up a stunt to entertain the girls after supper.  “Where’s Jane Pratt?” asked Katherine.

“I don’t know,” sniffled Carmen.

“Didn’t you bring any blankets at all?”

“No.”

“Carmen, didn’t it ever occur to you that Jane was making fun of you when she said she would bring blankets for two?  Nobody ever does that, you know, they’d make too heavy a load to carry.”

Carmen shook her head, and gulped afresh.

“No, I never thought of that.  I wanted a sleeping partner so badly, and everyone I asked was already engaged, and when she said yes I was so happy.”

“Of all the mean, contemptible tricks to play on a poor little creature like that!” Katherine exclaimed aloud.

“What’s the matter?” asked Agony, appearing beside her.

Katherine told her.

Agony’s eyes flashed.  “I’m going to find Jane Pratt,” she said in the calm tone which always indicated smouldering anger, “and make her share her blankets with Carmen.”

Jane, who, with the practised eye of the old camper, had selected a smooth bit of ground thickly covered with pine needles and sloping gently upward toward the end for her head, and had arranged her two double blankets and her extra large sized poncho into an extremely comfortable bed for one, looked up from her labors to find Agony standing before her with flushed face and blazing eyes.

“Jane Pratt,” Agony began without preliminary, “did you promise to sleep with Carmen Chadwick, and lead her to think she did not need to bring any blankets along on this trip?”

Jane returned Agony’s gaze coolly, and gave a slight, disagreeable laugh.  “Carmen’s the biggest goose in camp,” she said scornfully.  “Anybody’d know I didn’t mean—­”

“Carmen didn’t know you didn’t mean it,” Agony interrupted.  “She thought you were sincere, and believed you, and now she’s dreadfully hurt about it.  You ought to be ashamed of yourself, hurting a poor little girl’s feelings like that.”

“If anybody’s green enough to come on an overnight trip without any blankets and actually think someone else is going to bring them for her—­”