Louise went back to camp next day, and Winona went on with her work at
home. Louise had left all sorts of presents and messages from the girls,
and taken a great many from Winona away with her. Louise's visit cheered
Winona up very much. There was only one hard thing about it--the news
Louise had brought that the girls had extended the time of their stay
again. The plan now was to stay in Camp Karonya till the fourteenth of
September. School opened on the fifteenth. It seemed a long time to wait
to see her friends again--for the doctor was certain that her mother
would not be able to bear her weight on the injured ankle for a month to
come.
Meanwhile Winona wrote to the girls, and her mother and Florence kept
track, in what Winona considered a very wild way, of the things she did
that should entitle her to honors. The honor-list and a sheet of blanks
lived under her mother's pillow, Winona was sure. If it gave her mother
pleasure she was glad to have her do it; but it occurred to Winona the
day after Louise left that it mightn't be a bad scheme to collect a few
honors herself, things that she was sure would count. Also she wanted
some fun, and she had found that the acquiring of honors usually led to
it. So Winona proceeded to "start something."
To begin with, next door lived Nataly Lee. Winona went over there the
very afternoon of the day Louise left, and spent the most persuasive
three hours of her life, explaining to Nataly that they, as the only two
Camp Fire Girls in town, ought to start some good times for other
people, who, not being Camp Fire Girls, probably didn't know how. And
before she went back to get supper she had persuaded Nataly she was
right.
Next day she and Nataly, cheerful and enthusiastic, made a canvass of
the girls in their classes who were staying home. Winona had rather gone
on the principle that nearly everyone was off somewhere else, but she
found it wasn't so at all. There were six girls beside herself and
Nataly who were ready and willing to join a Porch Club that was to meet
once a week, and have a picnic one week and a party the next.
Winona and Tom and Billy, with Nataly, even, helping once in a while,
spent some time in furnishing the Merriam porch with chairs and hammocks
and screens and lanterns. Then the boys went forth and invited their own
friends with a lavish hand. The first porch party was a grand success,
although there were about three boys to one girl. But that righted
itself next time, which was three days later, for the Porch Club made an
unanimous and prompt decision that it wanted to meet twice a week. And
more girls wanted to join. So, although they were not like her own old
comrades, Winona found that she was making friends whom she would never
have had at all, if it had not been that she was cut off from her own
set of girls, still having good times at Camp Karonya. As for Nataly,
she was a marvellously different person. The work of management, of
social entertaining, proved to be exactly what she could do best. And
having to teach things to others (for the Porch Club added an afternoon
session, devoted to hand-craft work and reading aloud), made her find
that she could do things very well here that she hadn't liked doing in
camp at all! As for Winona, she let Nataly run things as much as she
wanted to. She herself was just what she had always been, Ray of Light,
holding the girls and boys together by her brightness and her fondness
for them. She was the centre of things, after all. Not that she realized
it, particularly; she only thought how queer it was that there were so
many nice, friendly people in the world, willing to do nice things and
have nice times if you only suggested it. And there are, too.
"And, Helen and Louise dear," Winona wrote to her own two best friends
back at Camp Karonya. "Some of the girls in our classes that we scarcely
knew, and thought were quiet and stupid, are as nice and bright and
funny as ever they can be, and ever so Camp Firey! I believe we can
organize another Camp Fire this fall. And I have my housework arranged
so that I have two hours in the morning, and most of my afternoon and
evening, to do what I please with. So I have a gorgeous time working for
honors. It's a scheme I shan't tell you about till it's all worked out
and over with, but I think it's going to work all right. Florence
suggested it, bless her heart. Love to the whole Camp Fire, and ask them
to take a hike for me!"
Winona's supplementary plan for honor-winning had been suggested to her
this way:
One day she was on the back porch, mending, and Florence had four bosom
friends out in the back garden, making a most fearful racket. Mrs.
Merriam had a headache, and Winona knew that in a little while the
headache would be worse, or that she would have to go and send
Florence's friends home, which meant hurting that independent young
person's feelings.
"Florence," called Winona, "wouldn't you and the other girls like me to
come down to the end of the garden and tell you fairy-stories?"
The little girls seemed to very much want to. So Winona took her mending
and her rocker, and they sat down in the shelter of a big tree. Winona
told them stories till it was time for her to go in and see about
supper. By then her mother's headache was over. But after supper
Florence came up to Winona, and said, "The girls want to ask something.
They want to know if you won't tell them stories other times, too!"
"Why, what a lovely idea!" said Winona. "Of course I will!"
So to the Porch Club and the housekeeping Winona added two hours every
other day, telling stories to Florence and her small friends. She felt
rather shy over it at first, but gradually it began to be more and more
easy. When the fairy-tales ran low she went to the library and hunted
out the Robin Hood and Arthur legends, and even history stories once in
awhile. And one day when she was rummaging the card catalogue for more
stories about King Arthur she found out that the Malory book was only a
very little of what there was to be told. Everything seemed to lead
somewhere else. So the story-hours kept to King Arthur, except for one
fairy afternoon a week, for the rest of the month, and Winona learned a
good deal about him that she would never have found out by herself.
After one or two meetings, sewing as she talked, she began to show the
children a little about darning, too. They brought stockings after that,
and kept quieter, she found, when they were working as well as she. The
most surprising thing of all to her was that she had time enough for
everything. The story-hours took care of all the household mending that
her mother did not do; the Porch Club, which met at different houses in
rotation, was no trouble at all, merely a good-times affair. The
housekeeping was running smoothly, and Winona got time for
letter-writing and walks with the boys, and even practice on the piano.
There were lots of places where she and Nataly and Tom and Billy could
go trolley riding on hot evenings, and there were always boys and girls
running in and out, asking her to go places and do things. Winona
discovered, as others have before her, that you can have a very good
time by staying home in the summer.
One night, toward the last of August, her mother asked her a question.
"How would you like to go back to camp to celebrate your birthday,
dear?" she asked.
Now Winona's birthday, her fifteenth, was on the eleventh of September,
just two days before the girls were coming back.
"I would, very much," she said, "but do you think you will be able to
spare me?"
"I am quite sure of it," said her mother. "Indeed, I might be able to
take charge of the house again by next week, if my ankle improves as it
is doing now."
"Oh, no," said Winona, "I won't take the risk. Besides, I couldn't leave
the story-hour children, and the Porch Club has to have some things
planned for it that I think I'd better help with. But if I can go up
there over my birthday it will be lovely."
"You'll have to get somebody else to tell the stories while you're gone,
then," said Florence. "I don't want my story-hour broken up!"
"By all means, don't break up Florence's private story-hour!" said Tom.
"Why don't you do the story-telling yourself, Floss?"
But, "That's true, Florence," said Winona. "I think I can find one of
the girls in the Porch Club who will do it. You see, mother dear, I'll
need to get all the loose ends up out of the way if I go back even for
three days!"
But all the loose ends tied themselves up neatly. Ellen Marks, one of
the nicest of the Porch Club girls, promised to tell the stories for the
two days Winona would miss. Nataly could look after things elsewhere,
and by the eleventh Mrs. Merriam was nearly as well as ever. So the
morning of that day saw Winona on her way back to Camp Karonya, with joy
in her heart, and her ceremonial costume over her arm, in a special bag.
The whole crowd of girls rushed out to meet her, and sang a cheer from
the time her motor-boat was in sight till she landed. They surrounded
her, and carried her into camp, where supper was nearly ready.
It seemed very good to be back. The pine needles smelled as woodsily as
ever, and the long wooden table looked very homelike, with its brown,
chattering girls surrounding it, all trying to tell her everything at
once. As soon as supper was over Helen and Louise swept her off to her
old tent.
"Hurry," said Helen. "Get into your ceremonial costume, honey. Heap big
Council Fire to-night."
"Council Fire?" said Winona in surprise. "Why, is it the night for it?"
"This is an extra-special," explained Helen hastily. "Here, Win, let me
help you."
She began to unfasten Winona's travelling suit.
"You have a lot more beads than you had," Winona observed a little
wistfully, as Helen took her own gown down from the wall and began to
put it on.
Helen laughed as she slung the long string of colored honor-beads around
her neck.
"Maybe you'll catch up," she remarked carelessly. "You'll doubtless get
an honor or so to-night."
"Oh, yes," said Winona. "I ought to get a bead or two for home-craft,
and I did some story-hour work, too."
"As if that was all you did!" said Helen indignantly; and stopped
herself short.
"Hurry up, girls!" said Louise, sticking her bead-banded head into the
tent. "Time to begin. Hear the drum!"
"Oh, the nice old drum!" cried Winona happily, as she heard its
well-remembered monotonous sound in the distance. The three girls linked
arms, and hurried to the council hill.
"Oh, but it's good to be back!" said Winona for the third or fourth
time, as she sank into her place in the circle around the first place.
She listened dreamily as the ceremony of fire-lighting and all the rest
went forward. Things had been happening, it appeared. The reports were
given one by one. Winona listened on, and Hike the Camp Cat trotted
noiselessly over the ground and curled himself into Winona's lap. Even
he remembered her. She stroked him and listened.
Helen, they told, had managed to coax an old farmer down the road, the
identical one they didn't buy the music-box of, to stop setting traps
that hurt rabbits. Louise had, after many hoppings about in solitude,
actually managed to master five folk-dances. Adelaide and little Frances
had made an emergency dash down the river to get the doctor, when one of
the other little girls had fallen from a tree and broken her wrist.
There were other things as thrilling.
"And all I did was stay home!" thought Winona as the tales went on, and
the beads were awarded. Then she sat up and began to listen more
closely, for Mrs. Bryan, Opeechee herself, was rising to give this
report, and that was something sure to be special and worth while. When
Opeechee related what a girl had done it was an honor worth having.
"You have all done well, and deserved the honors you have been awarded
on this, our final Council in the open," began the Guardian. "Here,
together in the woods, it has been easy to follow the law of the fire.
We have found it so, I know.
"But now I want to tell you about a watcher of the Camp Fire who has
been following the law without any of the helps we have. She gave up the
camp and its good times, and went back to assume the duties of a
woman--the tending of the real Fire of home. She had charge of the
household. She kept a family of four beside herself, including an
invalid mother, comfortable, well taken care of and happy, for one
month. She made a pleasure out of her duties, and showed others how.
Besides this, she collected girls who had not much social life and gave
it to them. She led them for a month, three times a week. She told
children stories and taught them sewing every other day for a month. And
through it all she was happy, and made light for others wherever she
went. She has carried the Torch of happiness and health and work and
love, and passed it on undimmed to others. Winona, the Flashing Ray of
Light, is just fifteen to-night. That is the earliest age at which
anyone can be made a Torch-bearer--but I think she deserves the rank,
Sisters of the Camp Fire. What do you say?"
Before the girls could answer Winona was on her feet with the kitten in
her arms, scarlet and protesting.
"But I didn't do all those wonderful things, Opeechee!" she cried. "I
just did what there was to do. I like to plan things and have people
have good times. I just wanted to get as good a time out of it all as I
could. And I don't believe I have enough honor beads to be a
Torch-bearer."
Mrs. Bryan paid her protest very little attention.
"What do you say, Sisters of the Camp Fire?"
The girls burst out into cheering.
"Winona, Flashing Ray of Light, is to take the rank of Torch-bearer
to-day," repeated Mrs. Bryan inexorably. "Rise, Winona."
And as Winona stood up again (she had sat down hastily after her first
objection) Mrs. Bryan repeated the honors she had won, and that her
mother and Florence had kept track of so faithfully. She had expected
the honor for story-telling, but the one for marketing--and the one for
folk-songs--and--why, that Alice Brown pantomime had meant an honor
bead! So had bringing in and arranging her mother's invalid-tray, and
the Porch Club and the story-hour had given her a double right to the
Torch-bearer rank, which requires leadership of a group. Then, of
course, the wood-craft honors she had won before she went home--she had
known about those. But to think that everything, even that hilarious
ten-course dinner she and Louise had planned, had been good for a bead!
Winona had far more than the fifteen required honors for the highest
rank of the Camp Fire.
"Repeat the Torch-bearer's Desire, Winona," said Mrs. Bryan, and Winona,
half in a dream, said,
The light which has been given me
I desire to pass undimmed to others.
Mrs. Bryan stepped forward, and threw a string of beads over her head.
She had not been in Camp till now, and so the beads had not come one by
one as they generally did. She fastened the pin on Winona's breast, and
stepped back, while the girls sang a tempestuous cheer.
Winona sat down on the grass, still bewildered.
* * * * *
"Well, how does it feel to be a Torch-bearer--the only one in Camp?"
asked Helen late that night, as the girls were undressing together.
"Wonderful--only I don't believe it, yet!" said Winona. "Think of all
those honors that I never even dreamed I was getting--and to think I was
having such fun getting them, too! It seems as if I ought to have worked
so hard it was uncomfortable, somehow, to deserve them."
"It was dreadfully hard to keep the surprise a secret, sometimes," said
Helen. "When your letters were a wee little bit lonesome, sometimes, we
had hard work keeping Louise from telling. Oh, Winona, all the girls are
so glad!"
"I'm glad, too," said Winona soberly. "And oh, Helen, I _am_ going to
keep on carrying the torch, too--as high as ever I can!"