Ethel looked at them all, especially at Honora.

"Can I not put my dislike of that girl behind me?" she thought. "Why
can't I be nice to her?"

She tried hard. She began asking her of her mother, and tears filled
Nora's eyes, but after a while her voice began to take on its old shrill
tones, while in her manner there came that indescribable something that
had always repelled Ethel.

"That girl is my cross," she thought. "I must like her, and yet I can't.
I shall never become worthy to be a Camp Fire Girl until I overcome it.
I wonder if she'll affect Mother as she does me."

Ethel was now a Fire Maker. In addition to her Wood Gatherer's ring she
wore the pretty silver bracelet of the Fire Maker.

The second evening they had a Council Fire. The wood and kindling
had been gathered and brought by Edna Whitely and a new girl named
Kate Winthrop, who had never been to Camp before. Edna couldn't seem
to advance. She was actually too lazy to work for honors and it worried
Kate Hollister not a little.

"What's the difference?" she would say. "Someone will have to gather
wood and we have but one new girl--that's Kate. You may be glad that
I stayed."

The girls looked pretty in their brown ceremonial gowns and their long
hair banded with the ceremonial band. Ethel advanced and lighted the
fire, intoning the usual Fire Makers' song. Then they had the exercises.