od suggestion," said Miss Ladd. "What kind of honors would
you propose, Ruth?"

The latter was silent for some minutes. She was going over in her mind
the list of home-craft, health-craft, camp-craft, hand-craft,
nature-lore, business and patriotism honors provided for by the
organization, but none of them seemed to fit in with the program of the
proposed secret investigation.

"I don't think of any," she said at last. "There aren't any, are there?"

"No, there are not," the Guardian replied. "But now is the time for the
exercise of a little ingenuity. Who speaks first with an idea?"

"I have one," announced Ethel Zimmerman eagerly.

"Well, what is it, Ethel?" Miss Ladd inquired.

"Local honors," replied the girl with the first idea. "Each Camp Fire is
authorized to create local honors and award special beads and other
emblems to those who make the requirements."

"Under what circumstances is such a proceeding authorized?" was Miss
Ladd's next question.

"When it is found that local conditions call for the awarding of honors
not provided for in the elective list."

"Do such honors count for anything in the qualifications for higher
rank?"

"They do not," Ethel answered like a pupil who had learned her lesson
very well and felt no hesitancy in making her recitation.

"What kind of honor would you confer on me if I exhibited great skill in
spying on someone else?" asked Helen Nash in her usual cool and
deliberate manner.

A problematical smile lit up the faces of several of the girls who
caught the significance of this suggestion. Miss Ladd smiled, too, but
not so problematically.

"You mean to point out the incongruity of honors and spies, I presume,"
the Guardian interpreted, addressing Helen.

"Not very seriously," the latter replied with an expression of dry
humor. "I couldn't resist the temptation to ask the question and,
moreover, it occurred to me that a little discussion on the subject of
honors and spies might help to complete our study of the problem before
us."

"Do you mean that we are going to be spies?" Violet Munday questioned.

"Why, of course we are," Helen replied, with a half-twinkle in her eyes.

"I don't like the idea of spying on anybody and would rather call it
something else," said Marie Crismore. "First someone calls us detectives
and then somebody calls us spies. What next? Ugh!"

"Why don't you like to spy on anybody?" asked Harriet Newcomb.

"Well," Marie answered hesita