The day was not cold, but New Hampshire is seldom
very warm in June and, besides, no one in camp ever tried to resist the
opportunity for having a fire when most of their pleasure in being in
camp centered around it.
Back and forth from the pine grove to his friends Hai-ya, Little
Brother, traveled. He was cheerfully engaged in bringing pine cones to
Miss McMurtry, and piling them into a small mound, later to be thrown on
the fire. On the ground between the woman and girl were some odd pieces
of khaki galatea, bits of leather fringe, shells and beads, and Esther
was busily sewing. Miss McMurtry was writing: several times she had
torn up what she had written, throwing the waste paper into the fire,
but finally she handed a sheet to Esther in a hesitating way.
"See what you think of this, Esther?" she asked. "You see the Camp
Guardians are advised to follow certain rules and regulations in camp
life and I have been trying to decide what would best suit us. Please
tell me what you think?"
Esther looked the paper over thoughtfully, and then began reading it
aloud.
6:30 A.M. Arise, wash, either bathing in lake or tent, then air bedding
thoroughly. Hoist American flag, salute it. Three girls prepare
breakfast.
7:30 A.M. Recite in unison morning verse, eat breakfast, make up own
bed and clean tent, also do whatever share of work is apportioned for
the day.
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