Summary

Stella M. Francis Campfire Girls' Outing; Or, Ethel Hollister's Second Summer in Camp

There were tears in Archibald Hollister’s eyes as he kissed them goodbye at the train. Within the last year his life had been happier. He had seen more of his wife and had grown to love her better than he had since Ethel was a child. She and he were together nearly all of the time, and it was like reading over a forgotten love story.
“Don’t you worry, papa,” said Ethel, patting his cheek. “We’re going to keep well and have a lovely summer, and when you come up for your vacation you’ll be like a boy again.”
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Stella M. Francis Campfire Girls' Outing; Or, Ethel Hollister's Second Summer in Camp

My teachers have always done so, and even my mother used to say, ‘Not so loud, Nora dear. Speak more gentle like.’”
“Did she?” asked Ethel.
“Yes, my mother had her faults, Ethel, but at heart she was a lady. So your dislike of me was not so strange after all.”
“But,” interrupted Ethel, “Nora, perhaps I wasn’t thankful to hear your loud voice when I lay there wounded and helpless, and I’m ashamed to even have told you.”
“I wish you to help me,” broke in Nora. “I wish to make myself different—more of a lady. Will you tell me when I talk too loud? It will be a favor if you will.”
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Stella M. Francis Campfire Girls' Outing; Or, Ethel Hollister's Second Summer in Camp

First I shall tell Harvey Bigelow that Aunt Susan was once a millionaire but that she lost all of her money. I shall tell of her wonderful gifts to Akron,—of her charities, and how well she is beloved, but that I shall inherit no money from her. Harvey will tell his mother and she’ll spread the news. If people care any the less for us after hearing it, let them go; but I don’t propose to tell what Papa’s salary is, or that you—poor dear—sit until morning sewing for me,—a thing that I’m not going to allow you to do any longer.
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