called to see if you were well taken care of,
Miss McCarthy."

"Fine. This is a jolly old shack. Good night, Mrs. Livingston," added the
girl with more gentleness than she had yet shown. "Good old party, isn't
she?"

"Oh, Jane don't speak like that. Mrs. Livingston is a very superior woman.
She is more than that here; she is the mother of us all and she is so
good."

"Then I'll call her mamma. But Harriet?"

"Yes?" smiled Harriet.

"You'll have to mix the stuff for the candy."

"Why?"

"I never made any in my life."

"That is too bad. I can't make it for you. That would not be honest, but I
will write down the recipe and tell you how to make it. You must do the
actual work yourself. There is another thing I think perhaps I should
mention to-night. The girls hazed myself and Tommy the other night. They
may try to haze you, though I hardly think they will dare so soon after
the other affair. There was considerable trouble raised over that."

"Haze me?" Jane laughed merrily. "Feel that," she commanded, extending a
bare arm that to Harriet's touch seemed as hard as iron, "Do you think
they will haze Crazy Jane, eh?"

"I hardly think they will," answered Harriet, smiling and nodding. "I
should feel sorry for them if they tried."

"They'd feel more sorry for themselves."

"It is nearly nine o'clock, dear. You had better get ready for bed,"
advised Harriet. "All lights must be out at nine o'clock except on special
occasions like to-morrow night when we shall undoubtedly get permission to
sit up later."

The next day was an active one in camp. There was a baseball game in the
morning, a basketball game in the afternoon with tether ball and quoits on
the side. Jane was admitted to all these. She was strong and active, but
she lacked the skill of her friend Harriet. The latter's playing in
basketball and tennis was a revelation to the guardians who had never
known a high school girl who could play such an even and skilful game. It
was a foregone conclusion that Harriet was in a fair way to earn more
beads by her accomplishments in the games of the camp.

Tommy with her usual bad luck came to grief in pitching and catching the
medicine ball, a large ball stuffed with yarn. The ball weighed ten
pounds, and after catching it successfully once or twice Tommy failed to
stop it with her hands. It struck her with considerable force and losing
her balance she fell backward down a little hill and rolled into the brook