There was little to be done on Sunday afternoon. Those who preferred to do
so might read. Others spent the time in lounging and visiting or strolling
among the great trees either putting into practice such wood-lore as they
had learned or discussing their own and camp affairs. Those girls who had
been to the camp before or held high rank in the association took it upon
themselves to instruct and be helpful to the younger and less experienced
girls. Harriet's love of nature and her frequent communions with it, made
her a popular pupil. About many things she knew as much if not more than
her instructors among the girls, but she carefully avoided setting up her
knowledge against that of her companions.
The day passed happily. After dinner the campers gathered about a cheerful
campfire where they spent the greater part of the evening listening to
Indian legends told to them by the guardians, relating interesting
experiences in their own lives, or exciting adventures, as the case might
be. Then came bedtime. The Meadow-Brook Girls were eager to retire. They
were equally eager to greet the coming day.
During the day just ended, they had passed scarcely a word with Patricia
and Cora. The former was a girl about Harriet's age, the latter a year or
two older. Cora was proud and haughty.
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