one of the tent poles.

Her bright chestnut hair was braided and twisted about her head.
Ordinarily her father objected to this grown up fashion. At camp
Dorothy insisted that two long plaits were always in one's way. Her
eyes were a clear blue with a slight hint of gray, her skin healthy
and freshly colored. A fine, frank line formed her lips. Altogether
she was the type of American girlhood who represents many of our
highest ideals.

At the present moment a frown appeared between her brows.

"I did want to ask your opinion about something, Louise. Yet nothing
is more important to me than to see how happy you are this summer and
how the life in the forest is changing you. What I wanted to ask is
your view concerning the apology the Boy Scouts have made us for their
rudeness. Shall we or shall we not bury the hatchet and agree to
forgive them? The situation is particularly uncomfortable for me. I
don't like to take any special position in the matter, because Lance
and Don are my brothers. Lance has confessed he was principally
responsible for their effort to frighten or tease us soon after our
arrival at camp. So far as I have been able to find out we seem about
evenly divided on the subject. Tory Drew wishes to forget all about
it. She is so grateful to Don and Lance for rescuing Kara that she
refuses to consider anything else. Edith Linder agrees with Tory
besides Evan Phillips and several other girls.

"Strangely the persons most opposed to forgiving the boys and making
friends again are Margaret Hale and Joan Peters.

"We are to vote on the question to-night.

"But here comes Teresa. Perhaps she will tell us how she feels on the
subject. I wonder what is the matter? She looks worried, and she has
been so happy at camp."

At the tent opening Teresa appeared.

"Do come on down to the lake and let us sit there a half hour and talk
if you have finished your work?" she asked.

Teresa's olive coloring had deepened in the weeks in the sunshine and
fresh air, her cheeks were more rose colored, her wide eyes with their
half mature, half childish expression were slightly plaintive at this
instant.

The shores of the lake, not a great distance from the camping ground,
were a favorite resting place for the Girl Scout Troop.

Not only did they rest here and hold long conversations, of necessity
here a good deal of the camp work took place. Clothes and dishes were
washed, water was had for cleaning. Farther up on t