called for that evening, at which the
achievements of Harriet Burrell and her companions were related to the
camp, and the beads that each, of the five girls had earned were
bestowed. Harriet now had quite a string of colored beads, the envy of
every Camp Girl. Each of the other girls of the Meadow-Brook party had
performed either heroic or meritorious acts, for which they were
rewarded by the gift of beads according to the regulations of the
order. Unfortunately, the now badly damaged trunk that had been
carried at the rear of Jane McCarthy's car contained their ceremonial
dresses, so that the Meadow-Brook Girls were unable to appear in the
regulation costume; and they also lacked other important equipment,
namely, blankets in which to wrap themselves for outdoor sleeping.

"There is not an extra blanket in camp," said Mrs. Livingston, when
the situation was explained to the Chief Guardian. "I don't know what
we shall do. I fear you girls will have to go into town and stay at a
hotel."

"Oh, no. We have slept out-of-doors under worse conditions," declared
Harriet. "Please do not concern yourself over us. We shall get along
very nicely. Do you happen to have an extra piece of canvas in camp?"

"There is a side wall that we use for covering our vegetables, such as
potatoes. You may use that if you wish, but I warn you it is not very
clean."

"We will give it a good dusting. It will answer very nicely to lie on
and we'll sleep close together to keep warm. I am not sure but I
should prefer sleeping out in that way. The Indians many times slept
in the open without covering. I don't see why we shouldn't do the
same."

"Are there any thnaketh here?" inquired Tommy anxiously.

"Oh, no," the Chief Guardian replied smilingly.

"Any bugth?"

"Naturally, there are some insects; fleas, perhaps, but you don't mind
those."

"No. My father thayth I hop around like a thand flea at a clam bake
mythelf, but if I wath fat I couldn't do that, could I?" asked Tommy
with a sidelong glance at Buster.

Margery, who had been an interested listener to the conversation, now
turned her back, elevating her nose disdainfully. She made no reply to
Tommy's fling at her. Harriet already had gone to bring the canvas,
which was to be their bed for the night. She determined on the morrow
to make bough beds for herself and companions, provided any suitable
boughs were to be had. The canvas was dragged to a level spot. Jane
and Hazel scraped