Girls of the Morning-Glory Camp Fire

by Isabel Hornibrook

[The great burnished top was set to spinning madly upon a flat stone.]

[Her left hand had snatched at the dragging reins]

[“She won’t fail. She can’t! I see the red!”]

[“An’ you’ll laugh back at the fears, once you join the Morning-Glory Camp Fire”]

[On, ploughing on, through the wet, oozing sands]

[A large, antique silver coin of a size and stamp such as neither Boy Scout nor Camp Fire Girl had ever seen before]

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GIRLS OF THE MORNING-GLORY CAMP FIRE

CHAPTER I

A STROLLING PIANO