"I hope you may earn many more honors, my dear. I am sure that you will,"
said Mrs. Livingston, kindly, as Harriet tried to voice her appreciation.
This ended the session of the Council Fire for that night. It was now past
nine o'clock, so the girls strolled toward their tents in twos and threes,
discussing the evening's inquiry in low tones as they walked.
Harriet Burrell felt particularly sad. She did not like to think of those
six unhappy girls who had just been sentenced by the Chief Guardian. Her
sympathy too, went out to the others who had taken part in the hazing and
would not confess their guilt. It required no little force of character
for these girls to come forward and admit that they had instigated the
plot, knowing full well that dismissal from Camp Wau-Wau would have been
the penalty. Still, Harriet knew that under similar circumstances, that
would be what she should do.
Patricia and Cora already had reached the tent by the time Harriet
entered. She nodded to them smilingly. The faces of the two girls wore
haggard expressions which she was quick to catch.
Harriet had just pulled out her cot to tuck the blankets down when
something dropped to the floor. She suddenly recalled that when she had
come in after the hazing on the previous night, she had dropped the towel
that had been bound about her head, over behind her cot, intending to look
at it next morning.
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