“Only one,” smiled the Guardian.

“How may I earn another?”

“By some other achievement such as——­”

“I can climb a tree.”

“Tho can I,” piped Tommy.  “But I can’t get down again.”

“You ride horseback, your father tells me.  You may win a bead by riding forty miles in any five days.”

“I’ve done better than that, too, this season.”

“That is two beads.  You see you were earning them all the time and did not know it.”

Jane was becoming enthusiastic.  Mrs. Livingston was instilling the Camp Girl spirit into her almost without Jane’s realizing it.

“What else can I do to earn a bead?  I nearly ran down a man coming out here to-day.  Do I get a bead for that?” asked the girl, causing her companions to indulge in a merry laugh.

“Mithith Livingthton, pleathe give her a bead becauthe thhe didn’t kill me one time when thhe nearly ran over me,” urged Tommy.

“I will tell you how you may win two more beads.”

“Yes, yes.”

“You are a resourceful girl, I know.  Now suppose you get up some sort of entertainment and carry it through; some entertainment for the girls of the Camp, something unusual.”

“A candy pull!”

“Well, perhaps.  We do not eat much candy here.  However, I think a candy pull might prove entertaining even though it is not an unusual thing to do.”

“I’ll make it unusual,” promised Jane.

“I’ll tell you what to do.  Make it a candy pull and ghost party,” suggested Harriet.

“What do you mean, Miss Burrell?” questioned the Guardian.

“Pull candy and have certain girls tell ghost stories.”

“Yes, that will be entertaining.  Miss Thompson, do you think you would have the nightmare after an evening such as that?” asked Mrs. Livingston with a twinkle in her eyes.

“I hope not,” answered Tommy with promptness.  “Not if I didn’t thee the ghotht.”

“Then you may see what you can do, Miss McCarthy.  I have all the supplies necessary to make the candy.  I shall look for you to distinguish yourself.  Good night, young ladies.  I called to see if you were well taken care of, Miss McCarthy.”

“Fine.  This is a jolly old shack.  Good night, Mrs. Livingston,” added the girl with more gentleness than she had yet shown.  “Good old party, isn’t she?”

“Oh, Jane don’t speak like that.  Mrs. Livingston is a very superior woman.  She is more than that here; she is the mother of us all and she is so good.”

“Then I’ll call her mamma.  But Harriet?”

“Yes?” smiled Harriet.

“You’ll have to mix the stuff for the candy.”

“Why?”

“I never made any in my life.”

“That is too bad.  I can’t make it for you.  That would not be honest, but I will write down the recipe and tell you how to make it.  You must do the actual work yourself.  There is another thing I think perhaps I should mention to-night.  The girls hazed myself and Tommy the other night.  They may try to haze you, though I hardly think they will dare so soon after the other affair.  There was considerable trouble raised over that.”