“Oh, yes, and I have it. And there’s one more thing, girls—two, rather. We must each choose a name, and a symbol to go with the name. Then we have to name the Camp Fire.”
“A name—how do you mean?” asked Winnie.
“I mean that, of course, our Camp Fire has to be called something. Beside that, so does each Camp Fire Girl. I like birds and bird-study, so I am going to call myself ‘Opeechee,’ the Robin, and take a pair of spread wings for my symbol. It’s to put on one’s personal belongings like a crest—see? as I have it on this pillow-top.”
The girls clustered around her to see the symbol, stencilled on the pillow-cover on her lap. She told them she was going to burn it on her shirtwaist box as well, and showed them where she had woven it into her headband, a gorgeous thing of brown and orange-red beads.
“It would go on a paddle-blade, too,” said Helen thoughtfully.
“It shall on mine to-morrow,” declared Marie. “That is, if I’ve thought of a symbol by then,” she added prudently.
“I think this new name idea is perfectly gorgeous!” cried Louise enthusiastically. “I’ve always hated my name—you’d expect a Louise to be tall and severe and haughty—and look at me!”
She jumped up in the firelight and spread out her plump arms tragically.
“We see you!” nodded Helen calmly, and Louise sat down again.
“You’ll be glad you have red hair when you’re grown up,” consoled Edith. “It’s supposed to be very beautiful.”