om them
bit by bit, which I venture to say is more than any of my girls have
succeeded in doing." The guardian smiled as she glanced about at the
eager, flushed faces of the Camp Girls.

"Yes, yes!" they cried.

"As you all know, Miss Burrell, seeing the danger of her companion,
hurried to her rescue, with the result that both girls went into the
sea. They were quickly carried out to sea by the undertow, which they
fought away from and propelled themselves to the surface. Then they
began swimming, but in the darkness were unable to see the shore.
After a time, Miss Thompson, less strong than her companion, gave out.
Then began the real battle, and though Miss Burrell was benumbed with
cold, exhausted by her efforts, she managed by a great effort to keep
herself and her companion afloat. Fortunately for them, the wind had
shifted and they swam and drifted into the bay and eventually to the
shore. We have no means of telling how long our two plucky Wau-Wau
Girls were in the water, because they themselves cannot tell when they
reached the shore--but, think of it! cast away on a dark and stormy
ocean in a black night such as that was. That is a triumph, an act of
courage and heroism that should be held up as an example to every Camp
Girl in America. However, I should not advise any of you to attempt to
emulate the example set by our two young friends," added the Chief
Guardian warningly.

A ripple of laughter ran around the circle, then the ensuing silence
was broken by a remark from Tommy which sent the girls nearest to her
into a shout of laughter.

"Well, I thhould thay not!" exploded Tommy.

"You might tell the girls how you felt when you believed that all was
lost," suggested the Chief Guardian smilingly, nodding at Tommy. "Do
you recall how you felt in that trying moment?"

"I motht thertainly do."

"How did you feel?"

"I felt cold. I had what Harriet callth 'cold feet.' Then I gueth I
didn't feel much of anything till I felt mythelf thitting in the thand
with thome of me dry and thome of me wet, and Harriet trying to drag
me out of the thudth."

"Out of what?" exclaimed the Chief Guardian.

"Thudth."

"Suds," interpreted Miss Elting. "Grace refers to the froth left on
the shore by the beating waves."

"Yeth, thudth," repeated Tommy.

"Harriet, your companions would like to hear from your own lips about
your experiences in the water."

"Oh, please, Mrs. Livingston, won't you excuse me?"

"If you