ar
at hand to laugh amusedly at the funny scene.

At that moment Crazy Jane catching sight of Harriet and her companions,
bounded toward them. Jane was bare-headed. Her blonde hair was flying
about her face and neck; her dress unprotected by a dust coat was covered
with the gray dust of the highways, over which she had driven, and her
whole appearance was disheveled and travel-stained.

Jane fairly flung herself into the arms of Harriet Burrell, giving her a
hearty hug, then treating Margery, Hazel and Miss Elting to the same sort
of greeting.

"Dad's over there. Come on and shake hands with him. He's going back
shortly. You can help me unload the car. Oh, we're going to have a great
time, aren't we darlin's!"

"You don't mean that you have come to join the camp, do you!" questioned
Miss Elting.

"Of course, I have," retorted Crazy Jane. "What did you think I had come
for? Meadow-Brook is like a graveyard since you girls went away. Oh this
is great, isn't it? We'll rattle the bones of this old camp, won't we?"

Harriet laughed merrily. Miss Elting looked grave.

"Does Mrs. Livingston know--did she know you were coming?"

"Of course, she did. Dad looked after that. Where is she. She'll be
delighted to see me, I'll wager."

"Yeth," nodded Tommy who had joined them. "The'll be tho glad that thhe'll
cry her eyeth out. How long are you going to thtay?"

"As long as you do. Now let's get that car unloaded and start something.
This place is so quiet it gives me the blues."

Margery threw up her hands in despair, Harriet smiled amusedly, Miss
Elting shook her head hopelessly. Jane darted off with long strides. She
had grabbed a hand of the protesting Tommy and was fairly dragging the
little girl along with her. It was a strange figure that Mrs. Livingston,
who stood talking with Jane's father, saw approaching her, and during the
weeks that followed she was to understand quite fully why Jane McCarthy's
friends had named her "Crazy Jane."

CHAPTER XIV

CRAZY JANE IS INTRODUCED

"Oh, how do you do?" greeted Jane when her father had introduced her to
Mrs. Livingston.

Mrs. Livingston extended her hand to Jane.

"I hope you may be happy with us," said the Chief Guardian. "We shall do
our best to make you so. What do you think of our forest home?"

"Stupid place, but I think I'll will be able to start something to stir up
these sleepy old woods."

A shade of annoyance passed over the face of the Chief G