They passed by a long row of darkened tents on their way to the cook tent located well down the street, which was a street in name only.

“I have assigned you and Miss Thompson to this tent, Miss Burrell,” said the Chief Guardian.  “You will be introduced to your tentmates in the morning.  Here we are.”

The cook tent was filled with long tables running lengthways of the tent.  Everything was bright and clean with a strong odor of pine in the air.

“My!  That odor of pine does give one an appetite,” laughed Miss Elting.  “What may we do to assist you?”

“You may make the coffee while I get together some things to eat,” directed Mrs. Livingston.  “You will find the coffee-pot and coffee can beside it on the second shelf to the right.  I think there is still fire in the stove.  I had it kept up until late rather expecting that you would come in hungry.  I shall have to talk with Jasper.  His attitude was inexcusable.”

Miss Elting having turned her attention to the fire, Harriet promptly reached for the coffee-pot and in a short time had the coffee boiling.  Hazel took the food from Mrs. Livingston, placing it on the table and arranging the places for the party.

“Very well done, young ladies,” approved Mrs. Livingston, whose keen eyes had missed nothing of the preparations.  “That is as it should be with a Camp Girl.  I am afraid it will be useless to suggest that you eat as lightly as possible.  You must be famished, but remember you will be going to bed very shortly after your meal.”

They promised her that they would heed her suggestion.  All did so save Grace who ate heavily.  Mrs. Livingston regarded the little girl with an amused smile.  She already knew Tommy better than Tommy even knew herself.  To take their attention from their eating in a measure, Mrs. Livingston told them something of the life of the camp with reference to themselves.

“After you have filled out and signed the blanks to-morrow you will be full fledged members of the Camp Girls’ Association.  Each of you will have attained your first rank.  You will be known as Wood Gatherers and the emblem of your rank will be the crossed fagots on the Sleeves of your blouses.  By the way, Miss Elting, have they been supplied with the uniform?”

“Yes.  Their clothes are in their trunks.  We were obliged to leave them at the station.”

Mrs. Livingston nodded.

“Jasper will bring them over to-morrow—­provided he has found his horse by that time,” she added with a half smile.

“Do we have to gather wood?” questioned Grace.

“Sometimes.  We all have to do our parts in this community.  The young women of the organization do the cooking and the sweeping for the entire camp.  They are divided into squads.  All this is arranged by themselves.  Those who are doing the work for the day are called the Workers.  You will have to be up and ready for your duties by six o’clock in the morning when you are Workers.”