The Campfire Girls of Roselawn

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tocky-almost plump, in fact-and sandy of complexion, with sharp, twinkling pond-blue eyes. Burdwell All

their years. Yet he possessed humor enough, and there certainly was no primness about

finished their junior year at the New Melford High with flying colors? We expect

and Prisms and have been commended by their instructors 40 for excellent depor

tongue like an impudent urchin. "A pair of smarties," she scoffed.

, sticking a half dollar in his eye like a monocl

ply. "Brush by! I don't sp

aken hands. If she flushed self-con

you, Jess," the tal

you home again, D

eral. How had the girls finished their high-school year? And how had the boys managed to st

oat with a kicker behind? And what were the 41

it a trapeze? Are we to have

here," was Amy's saucy reply. "But y

? Who walks i

"It's radio. Don't you recogni

ground connecti

e know just what to do. Go upstairs again, Amy, and haul

nd Jessie went practically to work affixing

u girls do know wh

at all, Darry?" demanded his sister from o

lp you?" handsome Darry a

with us girls. We can be met only on a plane of equality. But if you want 42 to," she added, smiling, "you can

als when suddenly Burd Alling discovered a figure planted on the gr

troduce me, Amy-Jess

on't want to be introducted to nobody.

who was as much determined

who stood there so composedly, motioned Burd to halt. She approache

ght and undernourished looking that it was hard to believe she had reached that age. She had no more color than putty

ked quietly. "What Bert

little girl. "I ain't got anybody that belongs to me but Ber

his cue from Jessie, if he did not find a sympathetic cord touched

previous occasion as being the mark of the usual "orphan." But it was quite p

dear," said Jessie, kindly. "Why did you

d Mrs. Foley I would, and she said I was a little fool," a

s Mrs.

lived in the next tenement. She took me. She br

shudder, "she's one of tho

that, Amy!" exclai

red at the older girl-the girl so much better

h me," she said sharpl

" murmure

t, or intentionally unkind. She flamed

little girl! What is your name?

ind gushin' over me. I know how you feel. I'd feel ju

Alling, under his breath. "T

y about the strange child. She took Henrietta's grimy hand and l

y you are 45 looking for her alo

nly, smoothing Jessie's overalls. "I believe I'd like to wear

e time," said Jessie, pat

where she worked. I guess I don't know what it was. But Bertha wrote to me-I can read written letters

should yo

came to Foleys day before yesterday trying to find Bertha. She said Bert

he woman had adopted her, or somethin

be a Foley. And if you are adopted you have to take the name of the folks you live with. S

she might have

er way. Or she saw that woman and was scared. I'm looking to see if anybody see

t we will be on the lookout for her, honey. You

she demanded. "You don't like me. I ain't pretty. And you're pretty-and that

sie, somewhat startled by the stran

Henrietta promptly. "I guess I'd rat

y?" Amy ventured, really feeling

inks," Henrietta said with weariness. "But I'd like to wear better clo'es. I wouldn't m

Really, she was a miserable-looking little thing, and the four more fortunate young people all c

in, Henrietta!" Jess

But she did not look around

kid. We ought to do

py bath," said his sister,

uckled Burd. "Hen is

an Jessie, but A

for her cousin. And she didn't even tell us what Be

e particulars," murmured Jessie. "It is 48 strange

at Amy did not at all comprehend what her chum considered. The lively one had forgotten a

hing