plaint about the confusion, which they
believed to be due to carelessness on Harriet's part, because the
misplaced articles and various ingredients scattered about were those
which she had used in her work.

The next day conditions were no different. Patricia, who was preparing
salads for an "honor" finally threw up her hands in disgust. She declared
she could stand it no longer and if some of the girls didn't remove
Harriet from the kitchen, she, Patricia would have to get out herself.
Somehow this word reached Mrs. Livingston, with the result that Patricia
herself was asked to drop her "honor" work in the kitchen for the present.

It was a blow to Patricia Scott. She had not looked for this result, and
though she had not made the complaint in person, her criticism of Harriet
had been a boomerang that had returned and hit Patricia. This made the
girl even more bitter against Harriet than before.

The following two days brought with them less friction in the kitchen.
Harriet Burrell's soups delighted the girls and the guardians; many were
the compliments bestowed upon the blushing Harriet.

It was now the fifth day of Harriet's soup-making; the last in the test
for the "honor." It seemed a foregone conclusion that the young woman had
won her bead for this achievement in cookery. Harriet naturally felt
gratified. It meant something to win even one bead in the Camp Girls'
Association as every member of the organization had soon come to know. No
girl ever had won all of the "honors" these "honors" covering so many
fields of achievement as to make this well-nigh impossible.

"Well, Miss Burrell," smiled the Chief Guardian that evening after they
had sat down to the tables and grace had been said. "I suppose you will be
entitled to wear a new bead to-morrow."

"I hope so, Mrs. Livingston," answered Harriet with a blush.

"Wait till you try the thoup," suggested Tommy.

"I agree with you," said Hazel.

"Your friends do not seem to have the same confidence in your soup making
that the rest of us feel," smiled Miss Partridge.

"Perhaps that is because they know my shortcomings better than you do,
Miss Partridge," replied Harriet.

A close observer might have seen Patricia and Cora exchange meaning
glances.

There was a lively chattering along the tables while the girls were
waiting for the serving of the first course, the soup. This was brought to
the table in great tureens, one for each table, the guardian who sat