“How do you like me?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  At least it looks better than it did.”

“Fine, ithn’t it?  Crathy Jane’th hair never looked tho well ath that.  But thith dreth ith a little too thombre for one of my age, don’t you think?” questioned Tommy wisely.

“I think they will forget all about the sombreness of the dress when they see your happy face,” answered Harriet.  “Besides, it is the dress that all the girls here are wearing.  I call it a very pretty uniform.  I hope Margery had the buttons sewed securely on hers.  If not she will burst them all off the first time she stoops over.”

“Yeth, Buthter ith too fat,” agreed Tommy.  “Thay, Harriet?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t like Patrithia and Cora.”

“You shouldn’t say that.  You hardly know them.”

“I don’t want to.  Every time they look at me they laugh.  I’ll thay thomething to them firtht thing they know.”

“Please, please, Grace, never do anything of the sort.  You might be sent home for such a thing.  You know what Mrs. Livingston said to-day about girls being thoughtful for each other and always kind and helpful.”

“Well Patrithia ithn’t thoughtful or kind to me, ith thhe?”

“That is no reason why you should not be.  Are you ready?”

“Yeth.  Let’th go out and thtrut up and down.”

“I am afraid you are a vain little creature, but you are a dear, Tommy, just the same,” laughed Harriet, giving one of Tommy’s little pink ears a mischievous pinch after which the two girls emerged from their tent arm in arm.

The Camp Girls gathered about them.  The plainness of the costume became Harriet, but Tommy did not look quite herself.  Her face appeared smaller than ever, and her light hair was accentuated by the dark color of the uniform.  The little girl, however, soon forgot all about her personal appearance in the enjoyment she found in talking with the other girls of the camp.

There was little to be done on Sunday afternoon.  Those who preferred to do so might read.  Others spent the time in lounging and visiting or strolling among the great trees either putting into practice such wood-lore as they had learned or discussing their own and camp affairs.  Those girls who had been to the camp before or held high rank in the association took it upon themselves to instruct and be helpful to the younger and less experienced girls.  Harriet’s love of nature and her frequent communions with it, made her a popular pupil.  About many things she knew as much if not more than her instructors among the girls, but she carefully avoided setting up her knowledge against that of her companions.

The day passed happily.  After dinner the campers gathered about a cheerful campfire where they spent the greater part of the evening listening to Indian legends told to them by the guardians, relating interesting experiences in their own lives, or exciting adventures, as the case might be.  Then came bedtime.  The Meadow-Brook Girls were eager to retire.  They were equally eager to greet the coming day.