“Then why can’t we Meadow-Brook Girls use it while we are in camp?  I should love to be down by the water, with the sea almost at my feet.”

“I should think you would have had enough of the sea, after your dreadful experience of last night,” laughed Mrs. Livingston.

“I am fascinated with the sea.  It is wonderful!  Do you think we could have the cabin?”

“I will consult with Miss Elting.  If she thinks it wise, I will see what can be done.  Of course, it is a little farther from the camp than I like.  I prefer to have my girls where I can have an eye on them at all times.  But the Meadow-Brook Girls can be depended upon to take care of themselves, save that they are too venturesome.  Yes, I will see what can be done.”

“Oh, thank you ever so much,” answered Harriet with glowing eyes.  “Then, if we wish, we may sleep out on the sands when the nights are warm.”

“I shall have to think about that, my dear.  Now go to sleep.  This evening I shall have more to say.”

Tommy was already asleep.  Harriet dropped into a heavy slumber within a very few moments after the Chief Guardian’s departure.  She did not awaken until the sun had dipped into the sea.  As she forced herself to a realization of her surroundings, the merry chatter of voices was borne to her ears and the savory odor of camp cooking to her nostrils.

In the meantime an active day had been spent by the Camp Girls.  There was much to be done, for the camp was in a confused condition after the storm of the preceding evening.  A day of labor had given a keen zest to the appetites of the campers; added to this was the satisfaction of having completed their work.  The camp now was in trim condition.  Acting upon the orders of the Chief Guardian, the wood had been laid for a council fire.  The orders had been issued for the girls to don ceremonial dress and report for a council at eight o’clock that evening.

The girls wondered what important subject was to come up for consideration, as it was not the evening for the regular weekly council fire that was always held during the summer encampment.  Of all this Harriet was unaware.  When she awakened she found dry clothing laid out for her to put on.  The same had been done for Grace, who was still sleeping soundly.  Harriet shook the little girl awake.

“It is nearly night, dear,” she said.  “How do you feel?”

Tommy blinked several times before replying.  “How do I feel?  Not tho wet ath I did latht night.  I thmell thupper!” exclaimed Tommy, sitting up suddenly.

“I told you it was nearly night.  Let’s go out and see the girls.  How good they all are to us!”

“I thuppothe they will all be looking at me and following me about ath though I wath thome thort of curiothity,” complained Grace.

“Of course you would not like that.  It would embarrass you, wouldn’t it, Tommy?”

“It would embarrath me more if they didn’t,” answered Tommy honestly, puckering her face into frowns and squinting up at Harriet so whimsically that the older girl burst into a peal of merry laughter.