soul that is
rare, indeed. I suspect more than you think. I have suspected from little
things that have developed in my investigation that Miss Kidder and Miss
Scott might explain something of the mysterious happenings here that I
have no need to mention. I have believed all along that you at least
suspected. Am I right, Harriet?"

"Two nights ago I learned something that set me to thinking," answered
Harriet weakly. "Oh, you are so good to me! But I couldn't tell you. I
just couldn't," moaned Harriet.

"I understand, my dear. I forgive you for your shortcomings. Sometimes one
is ennobled by being tried by fire. I shall take this matter up
immediately and act promptly."

Harriet left the Chief Guardian's headquarters with a full heart. It was
all she could do to keep the tears back So engrossed was she with her own
thoughts that she did not observe Cora Bidder at the entrance to the tent.
Cora tried to slip in without being seen by any one, but there were too
many keen eyes in Camp Wau-Wau to miss anything that promised excitement
They saw Harriet too, saw that she was unhappy. Crazy Jane smiled as she
noted Cora's entrance to the Chief Guardian's tent.

Cora Kidder remained closeted with Mrs. Livingston for more than an hour.
She was weeping when she emerged. Instead of going to her tent she hurried
out into the forest, in order to be away from the prying eyes and the
questioning of her companions. They saw Patricia summoned to the
Guardian's tent, then shortly afterwards they were amazed to see Jasper
carrying Miss Scott's belongings up the path that led to the log road.
Patricia, with lowered head and downcast eyes, was following a short
distance behind him. What could it all mean? There was no answer to their
eager questioning. Hazel, Margery and Tommy were searching anxiously for
Harriet. They found her just as she was returning to her tent.

"Oh, what is it? What is it?" begged Margery.

"I can't tell you, dears," answered Harriet.

"I have been unhappy, but now I am so happy and so sad. Don't ask me,
please don't."

They did not press her further, but they clung closely to her, walking
beside her, Tommy clinging to a hand on one side, Margery and Hazel on the
other as the four Meadow-Brook Girls walked slowly toward the cook tent.
An oppressive silence hovered over the ordinarily merry party as they
seated themselves at the tables. Cora sat pale and motionless. Patricia's
place was vacant. No sooner had