rk. I suggest that a committee be appointed to visit the local
charity organization, and find out where assistance is most needed."

But before anyone else could speak, Marjorie jumped to her feet.

"Captain, are we sure that we have failed with Frieda? Doesn't the very
fact that she returned the things she took, of her own free will, show
that wherever she is, she is progressing? You all know that the Frieda
Hammer we knew at camp would not have considered it wrong to steal, or
would even have thought of returning the goods! So it's just possible,
don't you think, that she may turn up? Couldn't we wait just a little
bit longer?"

Lily and Doris, who both knew how close the project was to Marjorie's
heart, spoke in favor of waiting until the first of June.

"That will still leave us time to spend the money before the seniors,
who helped to earn it as much as any of us, leave," put in Ethel, who
usually took sides with Marjorie in a discussion.

Ruth said nothing; she knew it would be of no avail. For by this time
she was beginning to realize Marjorie's popularity, and considered it
more discreet not to oppose her openly.

Accordingly, Marjorie got her way. She had two months left in which to
trace Frieda, and, if she found her, to offer her a new chance. The
whole affair had grown to be an obsession with her; it seemed as if she
desired it more than anything else in the world.

It was still very cold when the first Saturday in April arrived; but
Miss Phillips told the girls to be prepared to hike, no matter what the
weather might be. Early in the afternoon they started off, well
fortified against the cold.

"We are going to the cabin to-day," announced the Captain, as they
walked along in a group. "Mr. Remington and two of the boys will be
there to give us a lesson in the use of an axe."

"Which two boys?" asked Doris innocently, betraying the fact that she
was more interested in the boys than in learning woodcraft.

Everybody laughed.

"I won't tell you!" replied Miss Phillips, ever mysterious; and each
girl secretly hoped it was the boy she liked best.

"It certainly is cold for April," remarked Ethel.

"Yes; it's an east wind, too," observed Miss Phillips. "And in this part
of the country, that means rain."

"How do you know it's an east wind, Captain?" asked Marjorie.

"Well, I happen to know that we are walking towards the north, and since
I can feel it blowing against me on the right side, I natur