“Nobody ever calls me anything but Winnie,” said Winona.
“Why not use the translation?” suggested Helen. “‘Ray of Light’ is pretty. And then Winnie could keep the meaning.”
“You have spoken well!” said Mrs. Bryan. “What do you say to that, Daughters of the Camp Fire?”
“Good!” from all the girls.
“Kolah, Ray of Light!” spoke Mrs. Bryan.
Then she went on with the business of the evening.
“Two of our Camp Fire Girls are to become Wood-gatherers to-night. Will they rise?”
Winona and Marie had qualified, and they stood up.
“Ray of Light,” Mrs. Bryan went on, “will you tell us how you chose your name?”
“‘Flashing Ray of Light’ is the name my fathers gave me,” clearly spoke Winona, “and I have told the Camp Fire the reason of its choosing. But I keep it because I intend to carry out its meaning. I have tried to earn my right to it by being bright, and helping all I could, no matter how dark the days were, nor how much nicer it would have been to be cross. As my symbol I have chosen the firefly, because it lights dark places.”