"My! That odor of pine does give one an appetite," laughed Miss Elting.
"What may we do to assist you?"

"You may make the coffee while I get together some things to eat,"
directed Mrs. Livingston. "You will find the coffee-pot and coffee can
beside it on the second shelf to the right. I think there is still fire in
the stove. I had it kept up until late rather expecting that you would
come in hungry. I shall have to talk with Jasper. His attitude was
inexcusable."

Miss Elting having turned her attention to the fire, Harriet promptly
reached for the coffee-pot and in a short time had the coffee boiling.
Hazel took the food from Mrs. Livingston, placing it on the table and
arranging the places for the party.

"Very well done, young ladies," approved Mrs. Livingston, whose keen eyes
had missed nothing of the preparations. "That is as it should be with a
Camp Girl. I am afraid it will be useless to suggest that you eat as
lightly as possible. You must be famished, but remember you will be going
to bed very shortly after your meal."

They promised her that they would heed her suggestion. All did so save
Grace who ate heavily. Mrs. Livingston regarded the little girl with an
amused smile. She already knew Tommy better than Tommy even knew herself.
To take their attention from their eating in a measure, Mrs. Livingston
told them something of the life of the camp with reference to themselves.

"After you have filled out and signed the blanks to-morrow you will be
full fledged members of the Camp Girls' Association. Each of you will have
attained your first rank. You will be known as Wood Gatherers and the