rn to the camp.

Yet the room in which she was lying at present asleep was altogether
charming.

The sunlight, fading into its last brilliancy, shone through pale
yellow curtains. On the mantel above the fireplace was a brown bowl of
yellow wild flowers. Perched above, with wings outspread, was Mr.
Richard Fenton's last gift to the evergreen cabin, the stuffed figure
of an American eagle. A splendid specimen, one instinctively looked up
toward it on entering the room. Over it were the words, "The Girl
Scouts of the Eagle's Wing in Beechwood Forest."

A table drawn up near the couch was filled with flowers, books,
magazines and small articles. Scarcely a day passed that Kara did not
receive a gift of some kind, not only from the Girl Scouts and their
families, but from her many friends in Westhaven.

Yet, apparently, Kara no longer cared for what in the past would have
given her happiness. At one time she had been glad to feel that
Westhaven did not regard her merely as a little waif who had been left
upon their bounty and brought up at the "Gray House." She was the ward
of the entire village. Now this was of no further concern to her.

Tiptoeing softly into the room, Tory closed a window without arousing
the sleeper.

Strange to think that Kara long ago had slept in this same room and
been rescued by a stranger! What would be her emotions if she knew
that in this house, tumbled down and uncared for, she had been
deserted as a baby?

Tory decided that she must remember to warn Mr. Jeremy Hammond, who
had rescued Kara, never to recall the fact to her mind. Dr. McClain
had agreed that for the present this would be wisest, as in no
possible way must Kara be excited or depressed.

True, Mr. Hammond had never been to see Kara since her accident! He
must have learned of her misfortune. A large box of roses had arrived
at the "Gray House." Yet neither Mr. or Mrs. Hammond nor Lucy had come
personally to inquire.

At the thought Tory's face flushed with annoyance. Mr. Hammond had not
been attracted by Kara when he appeared at the orphan asylum with the
idea of adopting the little girl he had discovered long ago. Instead
he had chosen Lucy, the little girl whom Kara had cared for as if she
were a small sister. Lucy, at least, should have paid daily visits to
see if she could be useful. Possibly she had forgotten Kara amid her
new wealth.

"Well, _she_ would never forget or be unfaithful," Tory thought with a
sudden i