then went on to explain what had occurred on their journey to the Pocono
Woods, Mrs. Livingston listening with wide open eyes.

"Oh, I am so sorry, my dears," comforted the elderly woman after having
heard the story of their experiences. "But you surely did show pluck. That
is proper. A Camp Girl must be resourceful and brave under all
circumstances."

"Yeth ma'am. Pleathe tell that to Buthter. She ith a 'fraid cat."

"My dear Miss Thompson, that is not the way a Camp Girl should speak of
any of her companions. However, I will forgive you this time. Are you
hungry? You must be after that long walk."

"We had a light luncheon on the way out," answered Miss Elting.

"All of you come with me to the cook tent at once. But I warn, you it will
be a luncheon of such as we can put our hands on. I do not wish to wake
the workers at this hour."

They passed by a long row of darkened tents on their way to the cook tent
located well down the street, which was a street in name only.

"I have assigned you and Miss Thompson to this tent, Miss Burrell," said
the Chief Guardian. "You will be introduced to your tentmates in the
morning. Here we are."

The cook tent was filled with long tables running lengthways of the tent.
Everything was bright and clean with a strong odor of pine in the air.