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re about Sesooā’s fla me now as she shot a glance toward two girls seated in the waiting automobile together with an older woman, evidently chaperon to the band of girls. “Oh! I say, pinch me。 I shouldn’t have said that, should I, seeing that they brought us here in their car? But ’twas the first time they ever did it, though my father is headbookkeeper in their father’s office at the Works。 and I’ll engage ’twas Morning Glory— Jessica— who suggested it, as we all wanted to visit this playground where there are so many foreign children, to see them dance their folk dances,” she ran on, speech flitting away f rom its startingpoint in the wake of her firefly dance, which vivaciously hovered from one object or group of objects to waited for it to alight again on Jessica, as it presently did.“Well! as I was saying,” reverted Sally, “you remember how she came here last February just when we were beginning to anize our Camp Fire group, when we had secured Miss Darina Dewey as Guardian (I think she’s a love of a Guardian and I like her unu sual first name, too, though some of the girls don’t!) but before we had applied for our Charter, when we were searching for a name for our new Cam p Fire circle, raking over Indian names like leaves until— goodness! we seemed halfsmothered in them.” Sally paused for breath, breathlessly smothered, ind eed, by the sunlit torrent of her own words, which had a trick of inundating a listener.“It was at our second meeting, I think, at Miss Dewey’s house,” she went on, “that Jessica came in, all snow an’ sparkle from her eyes to her toes, and introduced herself by showing a transfer card sign