The Camp Fire Girls on the edge of the desert

by Margaret Vandercook

And Ralph sang under his breath in a charming voice:

“In the moon of the peach blossoms,

Toward the land of the setting sun,

Ghosts of old camp fires keep calling;

Camp fires whose race has been run.

“I can see the sands of the desert;

I can hear strange desert cries;

And ever my thoughts go homing

To a tent under desert skies.”

In the beginning Bettina was uncertain whether she was pleased or annoyed at Ralph’s reminding her of an embarrassing experience. But undoubtedly, by the close of the song, she was flattered. Ralph really made the most of her little poem.