Harriet ith an owl. She can thee in the dark jutht ath
well ath in the light," answered Tommy, speaking for Harriet.
The Meadow-Brook party, after calling their good nights, started
toward the cabin, Harriet with the thought strong in her mind that
only one rank lay between her and the highest gift in the power of the
organization to bestow. She determined that one day she would be a
Guardian of the Fire, but she dared not even dream of ever rising to
the high office of Chief Guardian. Harriet's life would be too full of
other things, she felt.
They trooped, laughing and chatting, along the beach, and, reaching
the Lonesome Bar, followed it out. The bar was a narrow, sandy strip
that extended nearly a quarter of a mile out into the bay. About half
way out the cabin had been built and for some time occupied by a
Portsmouth man, who occasionally ran down there for a week-end fishing
trip. The cabin, as a camping place, possessed the double advantage of
being out of the mosquito zone and of being swept by ocean breezes
almost continuously. A fresh breeze was now blowing in from the sea,
and the white-crested rollers could be seen slipping past them on
either side. It was almost as though they were walking down an ocean
lane without even wetting their boots.
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