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Camp Fires in the whole city."
Supper, in spite of the storm that raged outside, was a jolly, happy
meal. The girls were tired, but they brightened as the meal was served,
and the few mistakes of the amateur waitresses only made everyone laugh.
Taps, the signal for bedtime, sounded early. All the girls, from the
different Camp Fires, were together for a moment.
"We'll have the Council Fire to-morrow night," said Mrs. Chester. "And
the longer you sleep to-night, the readier you'll be to-morrow for all
the things we have to do. Good-night!"
And then, after all the girls together had sung the beautiful "Lay me to
sleep in sheltering flame," silence rested on the camp.
Bessie slept like a log. But in the morning she awoke while everyone
else was still asleep. In the east the sky was just turning pink, with
the first signs of the coming day. The sky was a deep, beautiful blue,
and in the west, where it was still dark, the last stars were still
twinkling. Bessie sighed with the beauty of everything, and the sense of
comfort and peace that she enjoyed. Then she tried to go to sleep again,
but she could not. She had too many things to think about. Zara,
disturbed by her movements, woke up too, and looked at her sleepily.
"You remember," said Bessie, "that Wanaka told us last night that in a
field not far away there were loads and loads of wild strawberries that
we could pick? I think I'll get dressed and see if I can't get enough
for breakfast, as a surprise."
"Shall I come with you?" asked Zara.
"No," said Bessie, laughing. "You go to sleep again--you're only half
awake now!"
She had no trouble in finding the strawberries, although, just because
it was so beautiful, she walked around the great estate for quite a
while first. It was a wonderful place. Parts of it were beautifully
cared for, with smooth, well clipped lawns, and a few old trees; parts
were left just as nature had meant them to be, and to Bessie they seemed
even more beautiful. And still other acres were turned into farm lands,
where there were all sorts of growing crops.
A few gardeners were about, and they smiled at Bessie as they saw her.
She saw some of the deer that Eleanor had spoken of, too, who were so
tame that they let her come as close as she liked. But she spent little
time in looking at them, and when she found the field where the berries
grew she had soon picked a great apronful of them. When she returned
everyone was up, and
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