“See here, Phyllis, Roxy told me that you hadn’t been in to jolly the bug-grubber to-day at all, and the poor little bubble is worried about what she thinks is going to be a grouch in your system,” he said, looking at me with so much confidence in my good disposition shining in his face, that it was painful to try to make him understand just how the pride disease I had caught from the Byrds was affecting me.

“Indeed you know, Tony, that it is not because I don’t love Roxanne and Lovelace Peyton that I haven’t been there this morning; but I just don’t think it is right for me to be taking their friendship and love when everybody thinks my own father has injured them, as he has not.  It is right for me to suffer for what they think he has done, until we know better, and my pride won’t let me take any more of their affection when I may not deserve it.”  I looked away while I was talking to Tony, for I hated to see the shock fade the grin.  I also hated to bring up the subject we were ignoring.

“Oh, fudge and fiddlesticks, Phyllis, don’t let any old sour idea like that ball up your naturally sweet temper.  You and Roxy are just women folks and had better keep out of men’s business, like this wrangle between Doug and Mr. Forsythe.  Trot along and do your stocking-darning and pie-fixing together as per usual schedule.  And as to this mix-up—­forget it!”

“I know, Tony, that Roxanne and I are just children—­and what is worse, just girls—­but I have to do what I think is honorable under these circumstances; and taking friendliness from Roxanne now would be just charity—­I can’t do it.”  As I spoke I felt my head straighten itself after the manner of the grandmother portrait, just as if I had been born a Byrd.

“Now, who would have thought that you could ‘throw a crank’ like that, Phyllis—­a girl who could brace another girl as hefty as Roxy upon her shoulder to save the whole town and Dr. Snakes from being dynamited?  I’m disappointed in you.”

“Why, how did you know about that explosion that Lovelace Peyton almost blew us all into pieces with?” I asked with astonishment.

“Roxy sniffled it all to me this morning when she was pouring out her trouble because you hadn’t been over to cheer up the bugger to-day.  She told Pink and Sam and Belle and the Sponge and me all about it, and I can tell you we thrilled some.  By acclamation we have elected you to lead the Kitten Patrol of the Campfire that we Scouts have been talking about helping you bubbles set up for a month.  We have already decided to put you in command of the girls, because we can then expect some real good stand-bying in case of Scout trouble or excitement.  We meet in the Crotch to-night to decide all the details.”  Tony’s eyes were shining and flaring and his red hair standing straight up in his friendly excitement.