"Now girls, see if I have it correct: 'After tying a string to the end
of each ear, soak the corn in water for an hour. Then lay it on the hot
coals, turning frequently. Draw it out by the string and eat with salt
and melted butter.' Well, it's simply great. I wish I were young again.
I think I'd like to be a Camp Fire Girl." She was as enthusiastic as a
child. Ethel looked at Kate and they smiled over the change that had
taken place since the day Kate wished to explain to her aunt what the
Camp Fire Girl was.

"Don't you think that Mother grows young?" asked Ethel proudly of her
cousin.

"She's a changed woman," replied Kate, "in every way. She's simply
lovely."

Mrs. Hollister adapted herself and made friends quickly. She became
tactful, a quality that had hitherto been unknown. She liked Nora and
the girl loved Mrs. Hollister. Ethel marveled. That her mother who
disliked anything savoring of loudness could tolerate Nora seemed
wonderful.

"The fault must lie with me," she thought. "Even Mother likes her."

Mrs. Hollister went right to work and taught the girls how to cut and
fit. She taught them many of the little arts and niceties of dressmaking,
and the girls became proficient and at the next Council meeting each
received several honors. Then she taught them to trim hats and make the
daintiest bows; and after she had taught them how to crochet and make
Irish lace their gratitude was boundless.