“It is dear of you to ask me and you know there is nothing in the world I would like better, but I really am too busy. You know I am working particularly hard so I can get to New York to hear Emmeline sing.”
“We will see you then at any rate, ’cause we are going to be back in time for that too,” and Mabel gave Betty a clammy hug.
“Doesn’t that driftwood make the most gorgeously colored flame?” Ellen asked dreamily. “I always wonder about driftwood, what it was before it was cast up on the beach.”
“It is rather terrible to think how much of it was once ships, and by the way, would you mind if I said you a piece I ran across the other day? It isn’t exactly cheerful but I like it,” and Betty began a weird minor wail in her rich deep voice—
“Whew! what a blood curdler!” interrupted Jane. “Stop it! stop it! It gives me the creeps.”
“Let’s save it until a sunny day and have something soothing to go to bed on,” suggested Ellen, shivering. “Why don’t we end this reunion by singing some of our own Camp Fire songs?”
The five Camp Fire Girls began their favorite Good Night song:
“Now our Camp Fire fadeth,
Now the flame burns low,
Now all Camp Fire Maidens