the tramp, returned with keen appetites for
luncheon which was served at half past twelve. Dinner on Sunday was served
at five o'clock, on other days it was served at six o'clock. At luncheon
Mrs. Livingston addressed the girls on the work and duties of a Camp Girl.
One part of her discourse gave Harriet a better idea of the purposes of
the camp than she had before known.

"We are a self-governing body," said the Chief Guardian. "For the benefit
of the newcomers among us I will say that our laws are not written laws.
Young women soon recognize that if we are to have a happy, wholesome camp
life, each girl must do her part well. The keynote of the whole summer's
work is service. The girls must be thoughtful for one another. I cannot
emphasize this too strongly.

"To be eligible to the second rank of your order a young woman must be
able to fulfil requirements such as these: She must be able to prepare two
meals without help or advice; must sleep with open windows or out of doors
for at least one month; must refrain from candy and soda for at least one
month; must know how to act when a person's clothing is on fire or when a
person has fallen into deep water, as well as what to do in case of
fainting.

"The honors," continued Mrs. Livingston, "are less easily earned. For
instance, any one of the following accomplishments will count as one point
in the favor of the girl who earns them: Be free from colds for two
successive months in the winter; be able to bring up some certain object
from the bottom in ten feet of water; to know and describe three kinds of
baby cries and what they mean; to commit to memory the preambles to the
Constitution and the Declaration of Independence; also Lincoln's
Gettysburg address. There are many more requirements that you young women
who have just become members of our camp, will learn from your associates.
I shall hope to see you not only reaching the next higher grade at an
early day, but winning honors as well," concluded Mrs. Livingston.

"Good grathiouth!" exclaimed Tommy in the brief period of silence
following the Chief Guardian's talk. She said it in a voice that was heard
by every one of the girls in camp.

A suppressed titter rippled around the tables. Mrs. Livingston looked
inquiringly at Tommy.

"Well, Miss Thompson, what is it?" questioned the guardian.

"I gueth I'll be an angel before I know all of thith."

The titter became a shout of merriment in which all the guardian