“What’s splendid?” asked a bright voice from the darkness at the other end of the room.
“Oh, are you there, Nannie?” called Helen. “We’re planning a club—a very fine combination club where you do everything.”
“It sounds like a Camp Fire,” said Nannie. “Your father’s downstairs, Helen. I ran up to tell you that we’re ready to go whenever you are.”
“Oh, not yet, please!” begged Winnie. “What is a Camp Fire, Mrs. Bryan? Do come sit down by us, and have some marshmallows.”
“It corresponds to the Boy Scouts,” Mrs. Bryan explained, dropping down among the girls, “and it includes doing about everything there is to do. It’s national, though, and you’re affiliated with headquarters.”
THEY MADE HER TELL THEM ALL SHE KNEW ABOUT CAMP FIRES
“Regular dues and meetings?” asked Helen, pricking up her ears. “Oh, stay here, Nannie, and tell us all about it!”