CHAPTER XI
A REWARD WELL-EARNED
"I'm just perishing to know what it's about," confided Margery Brown
to the girl next to her. "What do you suppose it is?"
"I think it has something to do with last night," answered the Camp
Girl.
"Oh! you mean about Harriet and Tommy?"
"Yes. Be quiet, the C.G. is going to say something."
The Chief Guardian had already risen. Passing about the circle, she
extended a hand to each of the girls there assembled. There were no
other greetings than the warm clasp of friendship and good-fellowship,
but it meant much to these brown-faced, strong-limbed young women who
had been members of the organization for a year or more.
The Chief Guardian took her place by the fire.
"My daughters," she said, "we have gathered this evening about the
council fire, that ancient institution, to speak of matters that are
near to the heart of each of us. Last night two of your number gave a
marked demonstration of what a Camp Girl may do, of what pluck will
do, an exhibition of sheer moral courage, one of the greatest assets
of a Camp Girl."
"That ith uth," whispered Tommy to Harriet Burrell, who sat beside
her. Harriet's face was flushed. She feared the guardian was about to
speak of her achievements, which Harriet was not at all eager to hear.
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