We're going to have the
concert in the house first and they've _just got_ to listen to Mrs.
Wild speak about the Camp-fire movement, because she's just _perfectly
wonderful_. Do you know, I wish I had put the refreshments in the
summer house. No, I don't either--yes, I do. It would have been more
romantic--_rustic_."
"Oh, I think this tent is _perfect_," said another girl, slyly helping
herself to a salted almond.
"I know," said Minerva, her hand stealing unconsciously toward a box of
marsh mallows, "I know, but what I wanted was something
unusual--symbolic. A rustic platform in one of the big trees would
have been nice; it would have been sort of--sort of _scoutish_. I want
to have things _different_. That's why boys always make fun of the
Camp-fire Girls, they think we're _tame_. Think how Roy Blakeley and
his friends actually camped in that adorable old railroad car while it
was traveling, goodness knows where. When I went to the Aero Club
reception with Harold Fall they had the refreshments in a great
balloon; we had to go up to it on a ladder--_shh_, listen! Did you
hear a noise?"
A chorus of excited whisperings followed her startled query.
"No, where?"
"What was it?"
"Was it a voice?"
"You mean on the river?"
"_Shh_, listen," said Minerva; "_look_, do you see a light--right there
among the bushes? _Shh_. Don't run."
There was indeed a light shining through the dark foliage alongshore
and presently a voice was to be heard, a voice speaking words to strike
terror to the stoutest Camp-fire Girl heart.
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