"If you are going to turn preacher and reform at this time of life,
Polly O'Neill, then goodness knows what is to become of me! Once you
were my partner in crime, but now--well, it is hard to think of you even
yet as 'Saint Polly'!"
"And will be to the end, me darling," Polly agreed, dropping into her
Irish brogue from sheer pleasure that her purpose was accomplished.
Five minutes later the two friends were hurrying forth toward a circular
piece of ground some yards from their tent, which to-night the girls
wished known as their "earth lodge." There the other Camp Fire members
had already assembled with a great pile of wood in their midst waiting
to be kindled.
CHAPTER XI
UNDER THE ROSE MOON
In June the moon of the Camp Fire girls is known as the Rose Moon. But
there were no roses blooming near their camping grounds at Sunrise Hill
to-night and only the odor of the pines made the night air fragrant.
Betty went straight up to Miss McMurtry, however, and in her hand
carried a small cluster of pink roses.
"I brought you these from our garden at home this afternoon; the house
is closed, but our old gardener is miserable because no one is about to
enjoy his flowers. Please wear them."
Then before the older woman could do more than murmur "Thank you," Betty
had slipped away and taken her place in the circle of girls between Meg
and Esther, not without noticing, however, that their guardian looked
unusually well in a dress of plain white serge with her dark hair bound
about her head like a coronet.
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