eclared Tommy with an emphasis that
left no doubt in their minds as to her intentions.

"No, my dear young woman, this is Sunday," answered the previous speaker.
"You would do well not to forget it, unless you wish for a pleasant little
interview with Mrs. Livingston."

"There! What did I tell you, Tommy?" exclaimed Harriet.

"I don't care. It ith grand and I've got to make a noithe. Why don't they
thtop the birdth from making a noithe on Thunday, too?" retorted Grace as
the two girls walked slowly toward the cook tent with the eyes of the camp
upon them.

"Yes, she is a perfect fright," suddenly declared a voice that Harriet
recognized as belonging to Patricia Scott. "I should not think Mrs.
Livingston would permit her to parade about in that gown."

Harriet's face flushed, but she did not even turn her head. Tommy
fortunately had not caught the words, for which Harriet was thankful. She
knew that Tommy would have resented the remark and made a scene there and
then. The two girls entered the cook tent with some forty other girls
following on slowly behind them.

CHAPTER VIII

A DAY WITH AN EXCITING FINISH

The Camp Girls stood in groups waiting for introductions to the
Meadow-Brook Girls which they knew were to come. Mrs. Livingston performed
these introductions. As she did so, she explained the reason for the
disheveled appearance of the Meadow-Brook Girls, calling attention to the
pluck of Harriet Burrell in trying to stop the mad dash of the frightened
horse, for which, Mrs. Livingston said, an honor mark already had been
placed opposite her name. It was the true Camp Girl spirit, said the Chief
Guardian and they were proud to welcome her to their ranks.

The Camp Girls had been comparatively cordial to the newcomers since their
arrival. Now that they had heard of Harriet's pluck they were especially
so. They pressed forward with greetings so warm and friendly that the
Meadow-Brook Girls knew them to be sincere, and this made the four young
women feel at home on the instant. Harriet's face was still flushed from
Mrs. Livingston's praise and her eyelids were drooping modestly. Tommy,
however, was in her element. She talked incessantly, and even had to be
reminded that Mrs. Livingston was about to say grace. So absorbed did she
become in her own chatter that she did not observe that the whole table
was awaiting the conclusion of her talk for the more solemn duty of asking
grace.

Harriet thought sh