By this time the full moon was climbing over the top of the hill and waking up the sleeping daisies, and the little company rose reluctantly and wandered back to the automobiles that stood by the roadside. Looking back at the peaceful hillside they had just left, it seemed that the nodding daisies and the murmuring brook and the rustling grasses all echoed the song the girls had sung around the fire just before the Council came to a close: "Darkness behind us, Peace around us, Joy before us, Light, O Light!" THE END The next volume in this series is entitled, "THE CAMP FIRE GIRLS AT ONOWAY HOUSE; OR, THE MAGIC GARDEN."