reflection.

"For instance, you drive an automobile?"

"Yes; what of that?" asked Jane brightening.

"In that line a girl may win an honor if she is able to drive an
automobile for five hundred miles in one season without help or
advice----"

"Five hundred miles, why Mrs. Livingston I've driven that old rattle-trap
of mine more than two thousand miles already this season and done all the
repairing myself."

"That entitles you to a bead, a red one."

"Only one!" pouted Jane.

"Only one," smiled the Guardian.

"How may I earn another?"

"By some other achievement such as----"

"I can climb a tree."

"Tho can I," piped Tommy. "But I can't get down again."

"You ride horseback, your father tells me. You may win a bead by riding
forty miles in any five days."

"I've done better than that, too, this season."

"That is two beads. You see you were earning them all the time and did not
know it."

Jane was becoming enthusiastic. Mrs. Livingston was instilling the Camp
Girl spirit into her almost without Jane's realizing it.

"What else can I do to earn a bead? I nearly ran down a man coming out
here to-day. Do I get a bead for that?" asked the girl, causing her
companions to indulge in a merry laugh.

"Mithith Livingthton, pleathe give her a bead becauthe thhe didn't kill me
one time when thhe nearly ran over me," urged Tommy.

"I will tell you how you may win two more beads."

"Yes, yes."

"You are a resourceful girl, I know. Now suppose you get up some sort of
entertainment and carry it through; some entertainment for the girls of
the Camp, something unusual."

"A candy pull!"

"Well, perhaps. We do not eat much candy here. However, I think a candy
pull might prove entertaining even though it is not an unusual thing to
do."

"I'll make it unusual," promised Jane.

"I'll tell you what to do. Make it a candy pull and ghost party,"
suggested Harriet.

"What do you mean, Miss Burrell?" questioned the Guardian.

"Pull candy and have certain girls tell ghost stories."

"Yes, that will be entertaining. Miss Thompson, do you think you would
have the nightmare after an evening such as that?" asked Mrs. Livingston
with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I hope not," answered Tommy with promptness. "Not if I didn't thee the
ghotht."

"Then you may see what you can do, Miss McCarthy. I have all the supplies
necessary to make the candy. I shall look for you to distinguish yourself.
Good night, young ladies. I