"No? And why not?"
"I never made any candy in my life before. I didn't even know whether you
used baking-soda or flour in it. Harriet helped with the recipe and told
me all she could about how to go to work. Oh, I want to be perfectly
honest about it all. Harriet suggested the ghost party too, though the big
banshee and the idea of the story were mine. I don't want the beads, Mrs.
Livingston. I want Harriet Burrell to have them. She earned them, I
didn't."
"Fine! Splendid! You are a Camp Girl in reality now. The spirit of Wau-Wau
has taken possession of you. My dear I congratulate you. The beads are
yours. Your truthfulness and unselfishness would win them for you even
though nothing else could. The fire-makers will subdue the flames after
the others have reached their tents."
Three happy girls went arm in arm to the camp street. They were Crazy
Jane, Harriet Burrell and Tommy Thompson, the latter more proud than she
had ever been in her life, because she had done what not one of some forty
others had dared to do--she had laid the ghost. Tommy expressed her
admiration for herself that night when snuggling down under the blankets
she murmured:
"Well, I gueth I'm thome folkth."
CHAPTER XVII
THE SOUP THAT FAILED
Almost the sole topic of discussion at Camp Wau-Wau on the following day
was the train of exciting events of the previous evening.
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