roduction of their play, and feeling a comfortable sense of relaxation
following a labor well accomplished, the Sunrise Camp Fire members spent
an unusually quiet day.

Mrs. Burton remained in her little house resting and reading.

After accomplishing the necessary domestic tasks, Mrs. Webster and the
girls sat about in little groups, knitting and talking over the
unexpectedly brilliant success of their play.

Of the Camp Fire girls, Gerry Williams alone kept apart from the others
for the greater part of the day. Now and then she would appear with her
knitting and dropping down beside some one would remain for perhaps half
an hour, but seldom longer. By the end of that time she seemed to grow
restless and would start off on walks by herself, but never a great
distance from camp. Once disappearing inside her sleeping tent, which
was unoccupied, she stayed there alone for several hours.

No one paid any particular attention to Gerry or realized that she was
in an unusual frame of mind. The Camp Fire girls had spent so many
months together that they did not take one another's moods seriously;
besides, Gerry was not an especial favorite or intimate with any one of
the girls except Sally Ashton. And Sally frequently considered Gerry far
too addicted to moods, which were disturbing to her own comfortable
placidity.

Indeed, Gerry's only real friend in the Sunrise Camp Fire, the only
person who in any way understood her temperament and the circumstances
of her past sufficiently well to offer her real sympathy and affection,
was Mrs. Burton.

On this same day it chanced that Dan Webster was away looking after a
small business matter.

Billy was engaged with his labors at the war camp. But now that the play
was over Mrs. Webster was beginning to concern herself more seriously
with the behavior of her erratic son. Billy had taken advantage of the
absorption of his family and friends to continue to pursue his own way
in an even more determined and secretive fashion.

If Mrs. Burton had not spent the day inside her house, whether or not
she would have observed Gerry's restlessness, her troubled expression,
her moments of pallor and the swift flush succeeding them, no one can
say.

Certainly all that day never for long did Gerry have Mrs. Burton out of
her mind. First she would think of Felipe and what he had asked of her
and then immediately after of Mrs. Burton's friendship and kindness.

The facts of Gerry's life were