for the benefit of Amanda, who hated it, and then the rest rose reluctantly to depart.
"It's the swellest thing in the bonfire line I've ever attended," Sandy assured Mrs. Clyde; and she could excuse the phrase because of the undoubted enthusiasm of the speaker.
Half a dozen of the boys tramped away in a bunch, and there floated back to the group about the fire the rhythmic refrain of "Good-night, ladies!" until it finally died away in a sleepy murmur.
Only the older boys had lingered and they, after making arrangements for a horse-back ride on the morrow, slowly straggled away.
"Where's Blue Bonnet?" asked Alec; he was one of the last, loitering for a final word with his hostess.
"She was sitting by me a little while ago," said Sarah, looking towards the Navajo.
The spot was in shadow, but as they looked in that direction, a log fell, and a slender flame sprang up. In the light they saw Blue Bonnet, curled up on the bright blanket, with her head pillowed on her arm.
