hed by a state road entering the woods from another
direction, but the two young women had taken the log road as being the
most direct.

Another incident that interested the camp greatly that day was the visit
of a friend of Cora Kidder. He was a young man named Charlie Collier who
was stopping at "The Pines" and who had driven over to the camp in his
automobile to call on Cora. With him was his sister, a rather pretty girl
whose elaborate coiffure and extreme style of dressing made her look out
of place among the sensibly attired Camp Girls.

Cora was considerably elated that day at receiving a call from visitors
who drove their own motor car and who were possibly more fashionable
friends than many of the other girls could boast. Cora introduced her
friends to several of the girls and to many of the guardians, but to none
of the Meadow-Brook Girls. Tommy was interested, however. She managed to
get close enough to the car to examine the gown of Miss Collier with
critical eyes, and Tommy was something of a judge of clothes, for her
parents entertained smartly-dressed friends from the city quite
frequently. The little girl looked disdainfully at the newcomers, but made
no comment.

Miss Elting and the guardian who accompanied her to "The Pines" returned
about four o'clock that afternoon, having passed the automobile on the
way. Harriet obtained an interview with the teacher shortly afterwards
during the period of relaxation and rest before the dinner hour. The two
women wandered off a short distance into the forest, Harriet having
suggested a walk, and Miss Elting shrewdly suspecting that her little
friend had something on her mind of which she wished to unburden herself.

"Now we will sit down here and be nice and comfy, and you will entertain
me," smiled Miss Elting. "How are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, so much!" exclaimed Harriet. Then her face clouded a little.

"But----" laughed Miss Elting.

"Yes, I suppose that does express it. However, I don't want you to think I
am not happy on my own account. It is on some one else's account."

"Tell me all about it, Harriet, dear."

"I am afraid that I cannot do that," replied the girl after a brief
reflection.

"Then tell me as much as you wish me to know," urged Miss Elting.

"In the first place," began Harriet, "I wish to ask your advice on a
matter that is troubling me."

Miss Elting smiled encouragingly.

"I am listening."

"It is about that hazing affai