"What's your name?" she asked.

"I'm Mimsy Colberg," the girl told her.

"Mimsy, huh?" Pat thought with interest. "A cute name for an even cuter little doll. Maybe you're going to be trouble for me this summer, too, honey. With all those pretty blonde curls, you could be big trouble."

"Well, Mimsy," she said aloud, hoping the sudden softening of her tone wouldn't too obviously betray her feelings to the other girls, "if that ever does happen, you do what I tell you. The way this camp is set up, each of us Big Sisters is in charge of about a dozen of you girls and for each of us you're our sole responsibility. If another Big Sister tells you to do something you think is questionable, check with me first. The only exception would be if Mrs. Marchant herself gave you an order. Okay?"

"Okay," Mimsy said with a little girl's smile that brought a quick ache of yearning to Pat's heart.

"You are going to be trouble," she thought with dismay. She was well enough aware of her sexual feelings for other girls – especially cute little blondes like Mimsy, who were such a thrilling contrast to her own dark-haired good looks – to know when there was a danger that she might not be able to control herself in certain situations. From the first moment her eyes had meet Mimsy Colberg's, Pat had known she'd have to watch herself around the girl all summer to be sure they were never alone together long enough for one of those situations to develop. Mrs. Marchant, the camp's principal owner, was a kindly, understanding woman, but Pat was certain her sympathies did not reach far enough to forgive any counselor caught trying to seduce one of the girl campers. No matter how cute and appealing she might be, or how difficult the temptation was to resist. As Pat's upcoming senior year in college was entirely dependent upon the money she would earn that summer as a counselor at the camp, she could not afford to take chances and knew she would have to watch her step around Mimsy very carefully.