The Camp Fire Girls at School

in some way or another. For instance, she left a bottle of bees standing on the table in her room, and Aunt Phoebe's dog Silky, who had been in the habit of going into the room and chewin

r of ever gaining the good will of her aunt. Thus the autumn wore away

n a great house on a fashionable avenue; she had a little electric car all her own, and she wore the smartest clothes of any girl in school. Her fame as a dancer soon spread and she was in constant demand at school entertainments. Nyoda watched her a trifle anxiously at first. She was just a little afraid that Gladys's head would be turned with all the homage paid her, or that, blinded by her present success, she would lose the deeper meanings

ernoon stayed in her mind and made her cross. Two ladies on the other side of a large screen near which she was sitting were discussing a campaign in which they w

an uncertain voice, "I don't b

asked the

ith the air of imparting a delicious secret, "t

a tone of lively interest, "

k their daughter out of the private school she had been attending and sent her to pu

oks like it," sa

isliked having her own discussed by other people. The thought that some folks might misconstrue Gladys's entering the public school to mean that her father was about to fail in business, first amused, and then irritated her. Nothing like that could be farther from co

the moment she almost hated the wealth which made it necessary to maintain this vast and magnificent display. The women she had played cards with that afternoon seemed shallow and artificial. Life was decidedly uninteresting just then. She went upstairs and took off her wraps and came down again, aimlessly. Gladys was nowhere in sight, which made the house seem lonelier than ever, for with Gladys around there would have been somebody to talk to. At the foot of the stairs s

asked. "Katy went home sick this afternoon and I thought I would get supper myself." The kitchen looked so

omething?" as

er had such a good time together. Gladys had planned the entire menu and her mother meekly followed her directions as to what to do next. She and Gl

asked Mrs. Evans, holding out a spoon

forgotten her irritation of the afternoon. The conversation

elf to her mind. In the Christmas vacation Gladys should give a party which would forever dispel any doubts about the soundness of their financial standing. Her brain was already at work on the details. Gladys should have a dress from Madame Charmant's in New York. They would have Waldstein, from the Symphony Or

evening. The nearer ready she was the more disinclined she felt to go. "Those Jamieson musicales are always such a bore," she said to herself wearily. "They never have good singers-my Gladys could do better t

sters'," ans

e visitors?" con

swered Gladys,

have one to-night?

not," rep

coming along,"

d and delighted when Mrs. Evans appeared with Gladys. Since that S

dys's mother," she said, when her mother appeared after hastily brushing back her hair and putting on a white apron

chards!" excla

ed Mrs. Brewster. The Winn

we were younger than you. Do you remember the time," she said, turning back to Mrs. Brewster, "when you drew a picture of Miss Sc

from school to see the Lilliputian bazaar and your mother was there

"when I first saw Sarah Ann going around

Brewster, "when Gladys began comin

mothers are our old schoolmat

shy, pathetically eager, and decidedly breathless. Migwan's mother, Mrs. Gardiner, had known Mrs. Brewster in her girlhood, and Nakwisi's mother had known Mrs. Evans, and Chapa's and Medmangi's mothers had known each other.

to go coasting down the reservoir hill? You girls have ne

coasting yet," sa

. Evans. "The sno

mp posts. The mothers shrieked with excitement and held on for dear life. "Oh," panted Mrs. Brewster when they came to a standstill at the bottom of the slope, "is there anything in the world half so exciting and delightful as coasting?" Down they went, again and again, laughing all the way, and causing many another bobload to look around and wonder who the jolly ladies were. Most of the mothers lost their breath in the swift rush and had to be helped up the hill to the starti

t," said Mrs. Gardiner, "b

her an idea. "Why not tie the bob to the machine," she said, "and go for a regul

to drive, mother

urve, Sahwah, who sat at the front end of the sled, untied the rope, and away went the machine around the corner, and left them stranded in the snow. Gladys felt the release of the trailer, but pretended that she knew nothing about it, and drove ahead at full speed

vans, as she and Gladys were driving home, and she shivered