at our own little table,
isn't it?" Olga asked as they lingered over the meal.

Lizette looked at her curiously. "Olga Priest, what makes you so happy
to-night?" she demanded. "I never saw you so before."

"Maybe not quite so happy, but wasn't I happy all the time at camp?
Wasn't I, Lizette?"

"Yes--yes, you were, only I didn't notice it so much there with all the
girls, and something always going on. You never were so here before.
Sometimes you wouldn't smile for days at a time."

"I know. I hadn't realised then that I could be happy if I'd let myself
be--and that I had no right not to."

"No _right_ not to," Lizette echoed with a puzzled frown. "I don't see
_that_. I should think anybody might have the privilege of being blue if
she likes."

"No." Olga shook her head with decision. "No, not when she has health,
and work that she likes, and friends. A girl has no right to be unhappy
under those conditions--and I've found it out at last. I'm going to keep
my Camp Fire promises now as I never have done."

After a little silence she went on, "I've such beautiful plans for our
Camp Fire this year! One of them is to learn all we can about our
country. We can't have Jim," laughter flashed into her eyes as she
thought of him, "thinking us less patriotic than his beloved Scouts. And
we can see and learn so much right here in Washington! I'm ashamed to
think how little I know about this beautiful city where I've lived all
my life. I mean to 'know my Washington' thoroughly before I'm a year
older."

Lizette did not seem much interested in patriotism, but she laughed over
the remembrance of the indignation of the girls at Jim's remark about
their lack of it. "He did look so plucky, facing us all that day, didn't
he!" she said. "And he was scared too at the rumpus he had raised; but
all the same he didn't back down."

"No, Jim wouldn't back down if he thought he was right no matter how
scared he might be inside."

"Well," Lizette yawned, "I'm so sleepy I can hardly hold my eyes open.
Let's wash the dishes and then I'm going straight to bed."

She came in to breakfast the next morning in a different mood.

"Didn't we have a glorious rain in the night!" she cried gaily. "And it
left a lovely cool breeze behind it. Last night I felt like a wet rag,
but this morning I'm a different creature. It _is_ good to be 'home'
again, Olga, and I don't mind going back to the shop."

"That's good!" Olga's eyes were shining as the