ho ever does say anything
important--except Betty, perhaps."

Amy withdrew her gaze from the landscape and looked at the speaker with
a twinkle in her eyes.

"What will you have, Mollie?" she asked whimsically. "When you become
complimentary, you are apt to rouse my suspicions."

"Well, whatever you were going to say, please say it, and let me get
back to my book," returned Mollie, ignoring the imputation. "I was in
the most interesting part--"

"Why, I'm just plain homesick," said Amy, adding quickly, as the girls
looked at her in surprise. "For Camp Liberty and the Hostess House, you
know. I miss the work and the long hours of entertaining and cheering
people up. I feel," she looked around at them as though finding it hard
to explain just what she meant, "sort of--lost."

The three chums, Mollie Billette, Grace Ford, and Amy Blackford were
gathered in the comfortable library of Betty Nelson's home--Betty being
the fourth of the merry quartette, dubbed the "Outdoor Girls" by the
people of Deepdale, because of their love of the open and of outdoor
sports.

The girls, as my old readers will doubtless remember, had helped
establish a Hostess House at Camp Liberty, and since then had given all
their strength and time and youthful enthusiasm to the great work of
cheering our young fighters, entertaining their loved ones, and, in the
end, sending them with fresh courage and happy memories to the "other
side" for the great adventure.

And now the girls, completely worn out in their loving service to
others, had been sent, much against their will, home to Deepdale for a
rest that they sorely needed.

To-day they had gathered in Betty's house to discuss the rather hazy
plans for their brief vacation. And Amy had simply voiced what was in
the thoughts of all the girls. They were, undeniably and heartily,
homesick for Camp Liberty and their work at the Hostess House.

"Lost?" Mollie repeated Amy's expression thoughtfully. "Yes, I guess
that would pretty well describe the feeling I've had for the last few
days. Sort of restless and aimless--wondering what to do next."

"Goodness!" cried Grace whimsically, stretching her arms above her head
and smothering a yawn, "this is terrible, you know. If we don't look
out, we'll be forgetting how to enjoy ourselves."

"That would be queer, wouldn't it?" agreed Mollie, with a chuckle as she
started to resume her reading. "Especially for the Outdoor Girls, who
used to know how to