.C.A. that we would be glad to have two
soldiers come. I sent my card because I thought that would be nicer. We
did that several times, mother and I. And we never knew the names of the
soldiers till they got here. The camp officials wouldn't let us invite
them by name. It was lots of fun to see what kind of boys came. Some
of them belonged 'way, 'way out west. Once when we were expecting
two, only one came. He said the other was going to hike here. But
the other one never came. We _waited_ and _waited_ and _waited_, and
then we had dinner."

The boys' hopes fell at this recital. The girl, too, seemed to take her
inability to help them very much to heart. The boys all recalled now
that patriotic custom of the wartime of inviting soldiers from the camp
to enjoy a little interval of home life at week ends. The rule which
prevented hospitable citizens from making choice of their guests gave
the kindly custom the pleasant character of a game of chance. One never
knew what one would draw out of the camp grab-bag.

"I--I never thought about that," Roy said plainly disappointed.

"Do you remember the name of the soldier that did come?" Warde asked.

"No I don't," she confessed, regretfully. "You see we had two each
Sunday for a while. I think it's just too bad you can't send the
letter."

"Maybe it doesn't make so much difference," said Warde. "He's home by
this time, or perhaps he never went over."

But this did not impress her and she could only say, "Oh I think it's
just too bad. It's such a _lovely_ letter. I'd just like to see
that home. I just feel as if I _can_ see it--the broken window and
all. And to think of all the trouble you have gone to. Oh I _wish_
I could help you."

"It's all right," Roy said; "you should worry."

"Maybe you think we're foiled," said Pee-wee, "but that shows how much
you know about scouts. As long as we've got a broken window and a dog
that must have a collar because he's supposed to be tied, to go by--and
a puddle and some things.... Do you know what those things are? They're
clues."

"Oh but you can _never_ do it," she said.

"Do you want to do a good turn?" Pee-wee asked.

"Indeed I do," she said, anxiously.

"Do you know what a legal document is?"

"_Good night_," said Roy. "You're not going to get out a warrant
for him?"

"That shows how much you know," said Pee-wee. "I want a great big long
envelope like a legal document comes in. Did you ever see a deed?"

"Sure," sai