The Camp Fire Girls' Careers

"I am Mrs. Martins, Miss O'Neill's chaperon," she explained. "Or if I am not exactly her chaperon at least we are together and I am trying to see that no harm befalls her. No, s...

It was twenty-five minutes past eight o'clock and at half-past eight the curtain was to rise on the first performance of A Woman's Wit, written especially for Margaret Adams. An...

It was a golden July afternoon two months later when all nature was a splendid riot of color and perfume. In a hammock under a group of pine trees a girl lay half asleep. Now an...

Next morning at half past ten o'clock Polly O'Neill was sitting upright in bed in the room at her hotel with Betty on one side, Mollie on the other and Sylvia at the foot, gazin...

The entire number of guests who had been together at Esther's and Dick Ashton's Christmas-eve dinner, agreed to be at church the following morning in order to hear Esther sing.

On Christmas eve Mollie and Betty each received notes written and signed by Polly herself, postmarked New York City, accompanying small gifts. Neither letter made any direct ref...

"I wonder, Angel, if you had ever heard of my friend, Polly O'Neill, before I mentioned her name to you?" Betty Ashton asked after a few moments of silence between the two girls...

Margaret Adams was in her private sitting room in her own home, an old-fashioned red brick house near Washington Square. She had been writing letters for more than an hour and h...

Outside the window of a small florist's shop Betty paused for an instant. Then she stepped in and a little later came out carrying half a dozen red roses and a bunch of holly an...

Though Billy Webster had brought with him from the village half a dozen letters and as many papers, no one of the dwellers in Sunrise cabin was able to read anything for three o...

A few mornings afterwards a letter was handed to Betty Ashton at the breakfast table, bearing a type-written address. Carelessly opening it under the impression that it must be...

Mrs. Wharton did not seem to consider that an explanation was imperative immediately upon the arrival of the two girls in New York. At the Forty-second street station she met th...

Ten days later, returning from another of her now regular visits to the hospital, Betty Ashton was surprised by hearing voices inside the living room just as she was passing the...

"By day, upon my golden hill Between the harbor and the sea, I feel as if I well could fill The world with golden melody. There is no limit to my view, No limit to my soft conte...

Standing outside in the dark passage for a moment, Polly hesitated with her hand on the door-knob, having already opened the door a few inches. From the inside she could plainly...

Ten minutes more must have passed before Betty decided to return to her friends. Yet during her short walk to the pine grove she was still oddly shy and nervous and in a mood wh...

The first scene of the play opened upon a handsome New York drawing room, where preparations were evidently being made for a ball, for the room was filled with flowers, and serv...

"Now once more, Miss Polly, please," the man said encouragingly. "That last try had a bit more life in it. Only do remember that you are supposed to be amusing, and don't wear s...

"But, my beloved mother, you really can't expect such a sacrifice of me. There isn't anything else in the world you could ask that I would not agree to, but even you must see th...

When an hour later Betty Ashton finished her story of the first years of the Camp Fire girls at Sunrise Hill on the table nearby three candles were burning and about them was a...

"No, I am not in the least unhappy or discontented either, Esther; I don't know how you can say such a thing," Betty Ashton answered argumentatively. "You talk as though I did n...