"I wonder what Mr. Wordsworth would say to that?" said Debby, when this effort had been heard and elaborately praised. "He's dead," remarked Sarah. Then, ignoring Debby's snicker she continued: "It's very good, Blue Bonnet,--but you shouldn't have said that two had the scarlet fever. There's only one, really." "Poetic license!" Kitty claimed fiercely. "I think you are the cleverest girls I ever heard of!" Carita exclaimed. "I'm going to run right over with that poem--I can't wait for the boys to see it." Snatching up her bonnet Carita ran back to the other camp; while the girls, quite tired out by the excitement and varied adventures of the day, prepared to go to bed. As they neared the tents there came a familiar sound from the direction of Camp Judson. It was the loud jangle of cowbells. "Do you suppose those boys are going to eat at this time of night?" asked Sarah. "Of course not, Sallykins," said Debby. "Don't you understand?--that's the boys applauding our poets!" CHAPTER XV SUNDAY "FOR once in my life," said Blue Bonnet, with a long-drawn sigh, "I'm ready for a day of rest." "Please don't begin to rest till you've done the dishes," begged Kitty. Blue Bonnet tossed her head scornfully. "I wouldn't trouble trouble till trouble troubles you, Kitty-Kat. If you can go to church with as clear a conscience as mine, I'll take off my hat to you. One lapse doesn't make a sinner!" "One?" Kitty echoed, and would have continued scathingly had not Sarah interrupted with-- "I don't see how we can go to church with such looking clothes." "Sarah's regretting the white pique skirt you wouldn't let her bring," said Kitty. "Why, Sarah," Blue Bonnet turned a pained look on the serious young person, "I would never have believed you would be one to stay away from church for lack of an Easter bonnet." "I didn't mention Easter--nor bonnets either," Sarah declared indignantly. "The idea,--to hear you girls talk any one would think I was completely wrapped up in clothes!" "Everybody is, you know--except savages," returned Blue Bonnet. Sarah's expression at this caused Mrs. Clyde to rise hurriedly and vanish within her tent. Freed from this restraint Kitty went on wickedly: "Anyway, Dr. Judson has been a missionary in Africa and I'm sure he'd excuse you if--" Sarah left the table with great dignity, leaving the other girls weak with laughter. Carita appeared a little later with her denim dress looking fresh, clean, and wrinkleless. "It looks as if it had just been ironed," Sarah silently commented. When Mrs. Clyde called to the girls that it was time to go over to Camp Judson, Miss Blake was nowhere to be found. The church service was held in the "Druid's Grove," a place of mingled shade and sunshine, where a little tumbling creek was the only accompaniment to the hymns, and the birds trilled an obligato. An old tree-stump served as pulpit, and here Dr. Judson talked rather than preached to his youthful congregation.