n."

Jane McCarthy stepped up to Mrs. Livingston, looking the latter squarely
in the eyes.

"Mrs. Livingston, I do not think I am entitled to either of those
rewards," she said.

"No? And why not?"

"I never made any candy in my life before. I didn't even know whether you
used baking-soda or flour in it. Harriet helped with the recipe and told
me all she could about how to go to work. Oh, I want to be perfectly
honest about it all. Harriet suggested the ghost party too, though the big
banshee and the idea of the story were mine. I don't want the beads, Mrs.
Livingston. I want Harriet Burrell to have them. She earned them, I
didn't."

"Fine! Splendid! You are a Camp Girl in reality now. The spirit of Wau-Wau
has taken possession of you. My dear I congratulate you. The beads are
yours. Your truthfulness and unselfishness would win them for you even
though nothing else could. The fire-makers will subdue the flames after
the others have reached their tents."

Three happy girls went arm in arm to the camp street. They were Crazy
Jane, Harriet Burrell and Tommy Thompson, the latter more proud than she
had ever been in her life, because she had done what not one of some forty
others had dared to do--she had laid the ghost. Tommy expressed her
admiration for herself that night when snuggling down under the blankets
she murmured:

"Well, I gueth I'm thome folkth."

CHAPTER XVII

THE SOUP THAT FAILED

Almost the sole topic of discussion at Camp Wau-Wau on the following day
was the train of exciting events of the previous evening. There were, too,
murmurs of disapproval at the trick that Harriet Burrell and Jane McCarthy
had played on the girls. Some of the Camp Girls were ashamed that they had
shown such cowardice, others were angry at the Meadow-Brook Girls for
making them appear at a disadvantage. Among the latter were Patricia and
Cora. These two were talking it over when Harriet in passing, bade them a
pleasant good morning.

"Now look at her superior smile, will you?" jeered Patricia. "I just would
like to take her down a notch or two, and I will before I leave this
camp."

"How?" asked Cora reflectively.

"I don't know. I'll catch her somehow and make a laughing stock of her
before the rest of the girls."

"Patricia, have you forgotten the bath towel--have you forgotten what she
knows about us?"

"No, I haven't," answered Patricia Scott, with a toss of her head.

"And she hasn't said a word to