"Yes, and all one has to do to be a Wood-Gatherer is to want to obey the law of the Fire--the seven points of the law. I'll teach you that Desire before the Council Fire to-night. To be a Fire-Maker you have to serve faithfully as a Wood-Gatherer, and you have to do a lot of things that aren't very easy--though they're not very hard, either." "And you talked about awarding honors. What are they?" "Have you seen the necklaces the girls wear?" "Oh, yes! They're beautiful. They look like the ones I've seen in pictures of Indians. But I never thought they were so pretty before, because I've only seen pictures, and they didn't show the different colors of the beads." "That's just it, Bessie. Those beads are given for honors, and when a girl has enough of them they make the necklaces. They're awarded for all sorts of things--for knowing them, and for doing them, too. And you'll learn to tell by the colors of the beads just what sort of honors they are--why the girl who wears them got them, and what she did to earn them." "I'm going to work awfully hard to get honors," said Zara, impulsively. "Then, when I can wear the beads, everyone will know about it, and about how I worked to get them. Won't they, Miss Eleanor?" "Yes, but you mustn't think about it just that way, Zara. You won't, either, when you've earned them. You'll know then that the pleasure of working for the honors is much greater than being able to wear the beads." "I know why--because it means something!" "That's just it, Bessie. I can see that you're going to be just the sort of girl I want in my Camp Fire. Anyone who had the money--and they don't cost much--could buy the beads and string them together. But it's only a Camp Fire Girl, who's worked for honors herself, who knows what it really means, and sees that the beads are just the symbol of something much better." "Aren't there Torch-Bearers, too, Miss Eleanor?" "Yes. That's the highest rank of all. We haven't any Torch-Bearer in our Camp Fire yet, but we will have soon, because when you girls join us there'll be nineteen girls, and there ought to be a Torch-Bearer." "She'd help you, wouldn't she, Miss Eleanor?" "Yes, she'd act as Guardian if I were away, and she'd be my assistant. This is her desire, you know, 'That light which has been given to me, I desire to pass undimmed to others.'" "I'm going to try to be a Torch-Bearer whenever I can," said Zara. "There's no reason why you shouldn't be, Zara. That ought to be the ambition of every Camp Fire Girl--to be able, sometime, to help others to get as much good from the Camp Fire as she has herself." While they talked it had been growing darker. And now Miss Mercer called to the girls. "We're going to be driven over to the big camp, girls," she said. "I think we've had quite enough tramping for one day. I don't want you to be so tired that you won't enjoy the Council Fire to-night."