s. Livingston hurried over to Cora's tent to
see if the girl needed attention. Cora said she was not ill, but just a
little nervous after the excitement through which she had passed.

"Then get a good rest, my dear," urged Mrs. Livingston. "You may take late
sleep leave to-morrow morning if you wish. Miss Scott may bring you a
tray. You need not get out of bed."

Cora, muttered some unintelligible word of thanks to the Chief Guardian
who immediately left the tent to attend to other duties. Instead of making
the announcement that she had promised for the dinner hour, Mrs.
Livingston later in the evening visited the campfire about which the
greater part of the camp had assembled and there she told the girls what
she had to say. It was in reference to what had occurred on the previous
evening.

"I take pleasure, young ladies," she said, "in informing you that for
heroic conduct in the face of great peril, Miss Harriet Burrell has been
awarded five honors. She will add five more beads to her string
to-morrow."

Harriet blushed.

"How much doeth thhe get for the thoup?" interjected Tommy, which sent the
girls into screams of merriment.

Mrs. Livingston smiled tolerantly.

"And our new Camp Girl, Miss Jane McCarthy for distinguished services,
which also undoubtedly saved four girls from serious even if not fatal
results, also will increase her string of beads by five."

"What, five wooden beads all in a bunch!" demanded Jane.

"Yes."

"Hurrah! I'd rather have them than a rope of pearls and I'm just daffy
over those things. I've got a string of them at home that would make your
head whirl, Mrs. Livingston. Come over to Meadow-Brook and I'll show them
to you."

"Miss McCarthy, try to choose your words more carefully. Slang also should
be avoided."

"Slang? Why I cut out slang two years ago," exclaimed the girl, earnestly.

It was not long afterwards that the girls began moving toward their
sleeping quarters. Jane accompanied Harriet with a hand resting gently on
her shoulder, both girls pausing at the entrance to the tent, the interior
of which was in darkness. Patricia already was in bed, an early hour for
her to retire, Harriet thought. Cora appeared to be sleeping, too, though
there was no sound of breathing from her cot.

Harriet undressed, keeping very quiet so as not to awaken the sleepers,
then putting on her wrapper and her slippers ran out to her bed of pine
boughs and tucked herself in.

"Oh, this