About two o’clock a slim figure in a red kimono stole down the avenue of tents with a lantern. About two-thirds of the way there met her another, plumper figure, in a blue kimono, also with a lantern.
“Winona!” said the blue kimono.
“Why, Louise!” said the red one.
Then they both began to giggle in a subdued way.
“What on earth are you prowling round for, at this time of night?” asked Winona.
“What are you?” returned Louise.
Winona beckoned her friend over to a seat on a fallen log.
“I—well, I’ve been worrying over our dressing up that way, and fooling people, to sell things,” she confessed. “I suppose you’ll think I’m a horrid little prig, but—Louise, I think we ought to go back and tell those hotellers that we were just plain Camp Fire Girls, not Italian or Dalmatian or anything like that.”
“I thought a Dalmatian was a dog,” suggested Louise.
“Maybe it is,” said Winona sadly.