“Haze me?” Jane laughed merrily.  “Feel that,” she commanded, extending a bare arm that to Harriet’s touch seemed as hard as iron, “Do you think they will haze Crazy Jane, eh?”

“I hardly think they will,” answered Harriet, smiling and nodding.  “I should feel sorry for them if they tried.”

“They’d feel more sorry for themselves.”

“It is nearly nine o’clock, dear.  You had better get ready for bed,” advised Harriet.  “All lights must be out at nine o’clock except on special occasions like to-morrow night when we shall undoubtedly get permission to sit up later.”

The next day was an active one in camp.  There was a baseball game in the morning, a basketball game in the afternoon with tether ball and quoits on the side.  Jane was admitted to all these.  She was strong and active, but she lacked the skill of her friend Harriet.  The latter’s playing in basketball and tennis was a revelation to the guardians who had never known a high school girl who could play such an even and skilful game.  It was a foregone conclusion that Harriet was in a fair way to earn more beads by her accomplishments in the games of the camp.

Tommy with her usual bad luck came to grief in pitching and catching the medicine ball, a large ball stuffed with yarn.  The ball weighed ten pounds, and after catching it successfully once or twice Tommy failed to stop it with her hands.  It struck her with considerable force and losing her balance she fell backward down a little hill and rolled into the brook which ran at the foot of the incline.  There she splashed about frantically and implored her companions to “thave” her until helped to terra firma by Harriet.

The day was a busy one for Harriet and Jane.  The latter was making many mysterious preparations for the evening.  She had studied Harriet’s directions for making molasses candy as faithfully as she could study anything, consulting learnedly with Mrs. Livingston about the quantity that should be made, but making no reference to the other part of the entertainment.

When evening came and the candy was brought out in great yellow heaps to be pulled there was excitement in plenty.  Tommy followed the girls who carried the candy licking her fingers daintily.

“Have you been eating molasses candy already?” demanded Margery.

“Yeth.  Tho have you.  I thee thome on your fathe.  Ithn’t it delithiouth?”

“I should say so!” exclaimed Margery.  “Jane McCarthy, you certainly know how to make molasses candy.”

“Thank you.”  Jane’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled with excitement.  She never was so happy as when leading, no matter whether it were in making candy or racing with a motor car.

The candy pull was a great success, the ropes of sweet stuff being thrown over low-hanging limbs where the candy was pulled and pulled amid much laughter and many shouts.  Several trees were used for the purpose.  The candy pull being finished all the girls gathered about the fire, sitting down Turk fashion.