re
lurking smiles. Harriet suppressed her laughter with difficulty. But Mrs.
Livingston understood how to deal with Crazy Jane.

"It might be an appropriate costume for some occasions, Miss McCarthy,"
she said quietly. "If you will glance about you will see that the Camp
Girls dress alike, and in the most simple costume. Have you a uniform
with you?"

"Uniform? Gracious no. I'm not a soldier."

Mrs. Livingston explained that the dresses worn by the Wau-Wau Girls were
called uniforms. Jane McCarthy had known nothing about this before coming
to the camp. Her wardrobe was an elaborate one. The Chief Guardian said
she thought she might have a uniform that with slight alterations would
fit Jane, but that she had better sit down now and eat her dinner. Jane
promptly accepted the suggestion. Her chagrin at the Guardian's criticism
of her costume quickly passed and within a few moments Jane was
monopolizing the greater part of the conversation to the delight of some
of the girls and the disapproval of others.

Harriet was amused to see the shocked expressions on the faces of several
of the Wau-Wau Girls. The dinner ended, Harriet, regardless of the glances
of disapproval on the faces of some of her companions, linked her arm
within that of Jane and walked with the latter to her own quarters. Hazel,
Margery and Tommy followed. For the rest of the evening the Meadow-Brook
Girls chatted with Jane who showed them her frocks, told the girls how
much the frocks cost, then all at once, as Mrs Livingston in company with
one of the girl leaders came in, Jane spied three strands of brightly
colored beads on the neck of the latter.

"Oh, how pretty," she cried.

The leader smiled, permitting Jane to finger the beads.

"I must have some of those," she decided with enthusiastic emphasis.

"You may, but you know you will have to earn them," Mrs. Livingston
informed her.

"Earn them? Why should I have to earn them? I've got plenty of money. I'll
buy them. Earn them? I guess not. Harriet, I'll buy you some more. Why,
you've got only two beads on your string. That's a shame."

"You do not understand, my dear," explained the Chief Guardian. "A girl
wins her beads as she would win honors in any other position in life--by
accomplishment. You would not value your beads so highly if you were to
purchase them, as you would were you to earn them by doing something worth
while."

"Tell me what I can do to earn them," urged Jane after brief