ravely forward. The voice and
eyes of the Chief Guardian were very tender as she looked down into the
shy blue eyes lifted to hers.

"You too, Elizabeth," she said, "have fought and conquered, not once,
but many times, and to you also we give to-night a new name." She did
not repeat the old one, but writing it on a bit of bark as she had
written Myra's, she told the girl to drop it into the fire. Elizabeth
obeyed--she had never known what the girls had christened her and now
she did not care. Breathlessly she listened as Mrs. Royall went on,
"Camp Fire Girls, what shall be her new name?"

It was Laura who answered after a little silence, "Adawana, the brave
and faithful."

"Adawana, the brave and faithful," Mrs. Royall repeated. "Is that right?
Is it the right name for Elizabeth, Camp Fire Girls?"

"Yes, yes, _yes_!" came the response from two score eager voices.

"You are Adawana, the brave and faithful," said Mrs. Royall, looking
down again into the blue eyes, full now of wonder and shy joy.

"Now listen to the honours that Adawana has won."

As Laura read the long list a murmur of surprise ran round the circle.
The girls had known that Elizabeth would have some honours, for they all
knew how Olga had compelled her to do things, but no one had imagined
that there would be anything like this long list--least of all had
Elizabeth herself imagined it. Perplexity and dismay were in her eyes as
she listened, and as Laura finished the reading, Elizabeth whispered
quickly,

"O Miss Laura, there's some mistake. I couldn't have all those--not half
so many!"

"It's all right, dear," Laura assured her, and in a louder tone she
added, "There is no mistake. The record has been carefully kept and
verified; but you see Elizabeth was not working for honours, and had no
idea how many she had won."

Elizabeth looked fairly dazed as Mrs. Royall threw over her head the
necklace with its red and blue and orange beads. Turning, she hurried
back to her place next Olga.

"It was all you--you did it. You ought to have the honours instead of
me," she whispered, half crying.

"It's all right. Don't be a _baby_!" Olga flung at her savagely, to
forestall the tears.

Then somebody nudged her and whispered, "Olga Priest, don't you hear
Mrs. Royall calling you?"

Wondering, Olga obeyed the summons. She had reported no honours won, and
had no idea why she was called. Laura, standing beside Mrs. Royall,
smiled happily at the girl as