it.
The sunset was gorgeous like this, I remember, and just as we were
watching it and the fire, Mother discovered what the clouds were like.
They're like the smoke as the flames underneath push it through the green
boughs! It's just that wonderful color in the sky now. The next time we
camp you'll see, Aunt Nan. It always makes me think of the flame-colored
veils which the Roman girls used to wear on their wedding-days. Mother
told me about them that very night."

"Just think how beautiful it must be from Jean's cabin," said Priscilla.
"And she can see a larger sweep of sky and mountains because she's up
higher than we. I know she's watching it all alone, and maybe dreaming
about college."

"I'll never forget her to-day," Mary said earnestly. "I think she's
wonderful! And, Aunt Nan, you just know from her eyes that she's gazed on
big stretches of country all her life. You must go with us next time to
see her."

"It's more than that, Mary." The voice came from the corner of the porch
where Vivian sat apart from the others. "It's more than that. You don't
just know she's always looked at big things. You know she's had them
inside of her all her life long!"

CHAPTER VI

MISS GREEN AGAIN

"I know I shouldn't worry," said Mary to Aunt Nan, "but I just can't help
thinking of Anne and the Twins. Of course, as far as Jean and Jess are
concerned, they won't mind--they'll think it the greatest adventure
imaginable; but Anne will be terrified, and so will Mrs. Hill. I'm so glad
Mother and I went last summer."

"What does the paper say?" asked Aunt Nan.

They were sitting on the porch awaiting the arrival of Priscilla,
Virginia, and Vivian, who had walked to the road for the mail. Dick,
coming on horseback, had brought the heavier papers and packages, and Mary
was absorbed in the latest reports of the newly declared war.

"Oh, it's mostly about mobilizing and the German advance, but there are
scores of incidents about Americans unable to get money or return
passages, or anything; and here is something about their being made to
walk across the border into Switzerland. Dear me! I wonder just where Anne
is! In Germany somewhere, I know."

"Don't worry, dear," reassured Aunt Nan. "There may be disagreeable
things, but I'm sure our people won't be in any real trouble or danger.
Where are those girls anyway? They must have sat down to read their own
letters, and forgotten all about us."

"Here they come," said Mar