But Mrs. Royall was speaking again. “Wohelo means work and health and love,” she said, “you all know that—the three best things in all this beautiful world. Which of the three is best of all?”
Softly Anne Wentworth sang,
“‘Wohelo means love,”
and instantly the girls took up the refrain,
“‘Wohelo means love,
Wohelo means love.
Love is the joy of service so deep that self is forgotten.
Wohelo means love.’”
Laura’s eyes, watching the young, earnest faces, filled with quick tears as the refrain was repeated softly and lingeringly, again and yet again. Mrs. Royall stood motionless until the last low note died into silence. Then she went on:
“Work is splendid for mind and body. Some of you have worked for honours and that is well. Some have worked for the love of the work—that is better. Some have worked—or fought—for conquest over weakness, and that is better yet. But two of our number have worked and conquered, not for honour, not for love of labour, not even for self-conquest—but for unselfish love of another. That is the highest form of service, dear Camp Fire Girls—the service that is done in forgetfulness of self. That is the thought I leave with you to-night.”