wning on Nyoda.

"I do admire her, more than any of you," said Gladys loftily,
"but that's no sign she can order me around. Go and tell her if
you like, old busybody!"

"Tell her what?" asked Nyoda, appearing in the door of the tent.

"That I buy candy in the village and keep it in my bed to eat
during rest hour!" said Gladys brazenly.

Nyoda opened her eyes very wide. "That you do what?" she asked.
Gladys held up the box. Nyoda said nothing, but merely looked at
her, and before the expression in her eyes Gladys wilted and was
covered with confusion.

"I don't care, I want some candy," she said, looking ready to
burst into tears.

"Why didn't you wait until supper time and pass it around?" asked
Nyoda quietly, but there was a note in her voice that robbed
Gladys of her air of bravado.

"Because I wanted it now," she said sulkily.

"Gladys," said Nyoda, trying to conceal her disgust at this
untrustworthy trait revealed in the character of her charge by
the episode, "have you any idea why that candy rule was made?"
Gladys shook her head. "It was made," said Nyoda, "to keep me
from dishonor." Gladys looked at her uncomprehendingly. "It is
a very responsible thing," continued Nyoda, "to take a group of
girls so far away from home. Many of the girls' mothers were
unwilling to have them go, and I promised every one of them, on
my honor, that no harm should come to their girls that I could in
any way prevent and that we should all come back in better health
than we went. Now, a change of climate and drinking water is hard
on any one, and you girls have enough to do adjusting your
systems to the new order of things even with a carefully
regulated diet. Eating candy between meals is one good way to
produce an upset stomach, and up here we can't take any chances.
It would be inconvenient to take care of a sick person in camp,
and besides, think of all the fun you would lose! So when we
were discussing the difficulties of camping out for so long we
all agreed, willingly and cheerfully, to live on a strict
schedule recommended by experienced campers, and to run no risks
by eating candy between meals. So you see that the rule, which
you probably consider merely a piece of tyranny on my part, is
not my rule at all, but was adopted by unanimous consent at a
meeting of the group. If I were to allow you to eat candy
between meals I would be breaking my promise to your parents, and
you know that we Camp Fire Girls