Several days passed, and nothing new developed. The boys did not find their canoe, and nothing was heard about the visit of the constable to the Gypsy camp.
The Camp Fire Girls and their brothers and friend, went on excursions together, and had a general good time. The summer had been an ideal one, so far, they all agreed. The girls did some more clay work, and Mrs. Bonnell sent to the Camp Fire Headquarters for a hand loom on which to make bead work.
“For you girls will soon be Fire Makers,” she said, “and will want to wear some of the bead head-bands. You can begin weaving your particular designs now. Natalie can make a pine tree for her symbol, Marie a bird, Mabel an ear of corn, and Alice an Indian tepee.”
“I think Natalie will look perfectly stunning with a bead head-band over her black hair,” whispered Marie.
“She’s stunning as she is now—a regular Pocahontas,” answered Mabel.
The girls were delighted with the bead work, and kept at it so steadily that the boys complained they would not “come out and play.”
It was late one afternoon when Mrs. Bonnell, who had been walking through the woods with Marie, who wanted to look for a certain flower, came back. She had left Natalie and Mabel together, at their bead work.
“Where’s Natalie?” asked the Guardian. “I have a lovely idea for her bead head-band.”
“She went out to meet you,” said Mabel. “Some time ago. Didn’t you see her?”
“No!” exclaimed Mrs. Bonnell, as she looked at the lengthening shadows over the lake. “I—wish—she would come back.”