THE CAMPFIRE GIRLS
SERIES

• A CAMPFIRE GIRL’S FIRST COUNCIL FIRE
• A CAMPFIRE GIRL’S CHUM
• A CAMPFIRE GIRL IN SUMMER CAMP
• A CAMPFIRE GIRL’S ADVENTURE
• A CAMPFIRE GIRL’S TEST OF FRIENDSHIP
• A CAMPFIRE GIRL’S HAPPINESS

“Keep still, and you won’t be hurt,” commanded
the man.

A Campfire Girl’s
Test of Friendship

By
JANE L. STEWART

CAMPFIRE GIRLS SERIES
VOLUME V

THE
SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
AKRON, OHIO NEW YORK

Made in U.S.A.

The Camp Fire Girls
On the March

CHAPTER I
AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR

“Oh, what a glorious day!” cried Bessie King, the first of the members of the Manasquan Camp Fire Girls of America to emerge from the sleeping house of Camp Sunset, on Lake Dean, and to see the sun sparkling on the water of the lake. She was not long alone in her enjoyment of the scene, however.

“Oh, it’s lovely!” said Dolly Ransom, as, rubbing her eyes sleepily, since it was only a little after six, she joined her friend on the porch. “This is really the first time we’ve had a chance to see what the lake looks like. It’s been covered with that dense smoke ever since we’ve been here.”

“Well, the smoke has nearly all gone, Dolly. The change in the wind not only helped to put out the fire, but it’s driving the smoke away from us.”

“The smoke isn’t all gone, though, Bessie. Look over there. It’s still rising from the other end of the woods on the other side of the lake, but it isn’t bothering us over here any more.”

“What a pity it is that we’ve got to go away just as the weather gives us a chance to enjoy it here! But then I guess we’ll have a good time when we do go away, anyhow. We thought we weren’t going to enjoy it here, but it hasn’t been so bad, after all, has it?”

“No, because it ended well, Bessie. But if those girls in the camp next door had had their way, we wouldn’t have had a single pleasant thing to remember about staying here, would we?”

“They’ve had their lesson, I think, Dolly. Perhaps they won’t be so ready to look down on the Camp Fire Girls after this—and I’m sure they would be nice and friendly if we stayed.”

“I wouldn’t want any of their friendliness. All I’d ask would be for them to let us alone. That’s all I ever did want them to do, anyhow. If they had just minded their own affairs, there wouldn’t have been any trouble.”

“Well, I feel sort of sorry for them, Dolly. When they finally got into real trouble they had to come to us for help, and if they are the sort of girls they seem to be, they couldn’t have liked doing that very well.”

“You bet they didn’t, Bessie! It was just the hardest thing they could have done. You see, the reason they were so mean to us is that they are awfully proud, and they think they’re better than any other people.”

“Then what’s the use of still being angry at them? I thought you weren’t last night—not at Gladys Cooper, at least.”

“Why, I thought then that she was in danger because of what I’d done, and that made me feel bad. But you and I helped to get her back to their camp safely, so I feel as if we were square. I suppose I ought to be willing to forgive them for the way they acted, but I just can’t seem to do it, Bessie.”

“Well, as long as we’re going away from here to-day anyhow, it doesn’t make much difference. We’re not likely to see them again, are we?”

“I don’t know why not—those who live in the same town, anyhow. Marcia Bates and Gladys Cooper—the two who were lost on the mountain last night, you know—live very close to me at home.”

“You were always good friends with Gladys until you met her up here, weren’t you?”

“Oh, yes, good friends enough. I don’t think we either of us cared particularly about the other. Each of us had a lot of friends we liked better, but we got along well enough.”

“Well, don’t you think she just made a mistake, and then was afraid to admit it, and try to make up for it? I think lots of people are like that. They do something wrong, and then, just because it frightens them a little and they think it would be hard to set matters right, they make a bad thing much worse.”

“Oh, you can’t make me feel charitable about them, and there’s no use trying, Bessie! Let’s try not to talk about them, for it makes me angry every time I think of the way they behaved. They were just plain snobs, that’s all!”

“I thought Gladys Cooper was pretty mean, after all the trouble we had taken last night to help her and her chum, but I do think the rest were sorry, and felt that they’d been all wrong. They really said so, if you remember.”

“Well, they ought to have been, certainly! What a lot of lazy girls they must be! Do look, Bessie. There isn’t a sign of life over at their camp. I bet not one of them is up yet!”

“You’re a fine one to criticise anyone else for being lazy, Dolly Ransom! How long did it take me to wake you up this morning? And how many times have you nearly missed breakfast by going back to bed after you’d pretended to get up?”

“Oh, well,” said Dolly, defiantly, “it’s just because I’m lazy myself and know what a fault it is that I’m the proper one to call other people down for it. It’s always the one who knows all about some sin who can preach the best sermon against it, you know.”

“Turning preacher, Dolly?” asked Eleanor Mercer. Both the girls spun around and rushed toward her as soon as they heard her voice, and realized that she had stepped noiselessly out on the porch. They embraced her happily. She was Guardian of the Camp Fire, and no more popular Guardian could have been found in the whole State.

“Dolly’s got something more against the girls from Halsted Camp!” explained Bessie, with a peal of laughter. “She says they’re lazy because they’re not up yet, and I said she was a fine one to say anything about that! Don’t you think so too, Miss Eleanor?”

“Well, she’s up early enough this morning, Bessie. But, well, I’m afraid you’re right. Dolly’s got a lot of good qualities, but getting up early in the morning unless someone pulls her out of bed and keeps her from climbing in again, isn’t one of them.”

“What time are we going to start, Miss Eleanor?” asked Dolly, who felt that it was time to change the topic of conversation. Dolly was usually willing enough to talk about herself, but she