"Ethel, what do you think of our Camp Fire dinner?" asked Kate.
"It is simply fine," replied the girl. "I have never tasted one half so good."
"Poor Ethel, she is unhappy over her ring," said Edna, "and I don't blame her. Cheer up! it may be found yet," she added.
But Ethel was unhappy, not for the loss of the ring, but because it had belonged to old Mrs. Hollister.
"I never should have brought it," she said to Kate. "I should have left it with Aunt Susan. I know it was right on the box when I left the tent, and it's so unpleasant," she confided to Kate. "One suspects everyone."
"Yes, that's the unfortunate part of it," replied her cousin. "The innocent suffer for the guilty; that is, if it has been taken by anyone, but I have an idea that it may have been thrown out with the water."
Ethel studied hard every day. She learned rapidly and one night she received her first bead. She had learned how to row a boat and she rowed well. In five days she had rowed twenty miles, which entitled her to one honor. Before the next two weeks she had learned how to swim; and she swam one mile in five days. The rule was to swim one mile in six days, but she went one better; so at one of the council fires she received her two beads. As her honors came under "health craft" her beads were red.
Her ceremonial gown had been made for some time. She had worked on it during rainy days, and when she had finished behold! it was perfect.
"Why, you're entitled to another honor. This comes under 'hand craft,'" said Patty.
So now she had won three—two red beads and one of green.