But Laura interrupted her. "O Anne, that must be Olga--the dark still girl, at the end of the next table, isn't it?" "Yes, and Myra Karr is next to her. All at that table belong to the Busy Corner Camp Fire." After breakfast Laura again paddled off to the yacht with Anne. It did not require much coaxing to secure her father's permission for her to spend a month at the camp with Anne Wentworth and Mrs. Royall. He kept the girls on the yacht for luncheon, and after that they went back to camp, a couple of sailors following in another boat with Laura's luggage. "How still it is--I don't hear a sound," Laura said wonderingly, as she and her friend approached the camp through the pines. Anne listened, looking a little perplexed, as they came out into the camp and found it quite deserted--not a girl anywhere in sight. "I'll go and find out where everybody is," she said. "I see some one moving in the kitchen. The cook must be there." She came back laughing. "They've all gone berrying. That's one of the charms of this camp--the spontaneous fashion in which things are done. Probably some one said, 'There are blueberries over yonder--loads of them,' and somebody else exclaimed, 'Let's go get some,' and behold"--she waved her hand--"a deserted camp." III THE CAMP COWARD DARES Each girl at the camp was expected to make her own bed and keep her belongings in order. Each one also served her turn in setting tables, washing dishes, etc. Beyond this there were no obligatory tasks, but all the girls were working for honours, and most of them were trying to meet the requirements for higher rank. Some were making their official dresses. Girls who were skilful with the needle could secure beautiful and effective results with silks and beads, and of course every girl wanted a headband of beadwork and a necklace--all except Olga Priest. Olga was working on a basket of raffia, making it from a design of her own, when Ellen Grandis, her Guardian, came to her just after Anne Wentworth and Laura had left the camp. "I've come to ask your help, Olga," Miss Grandis began. The girl dropped the basket in her lap, and waited. Miss Grandis went on, "It is something that will require much patience and kindness----" "Then you'd better ask some one else, Miss Grandis. You know that I do not pretend to be kind," Olga interrupted, not rudely but with finality. "But you are very patient and persevering, and--I don't know why, but I have a feeling that you could do more for this one girl than any one else here could. She is coming to take the only vacant place in our Camp Fire. Shall I tell you about her, Olga?" "If you like." The girl's tone was politely indifferent. With a little sigh Miss Grandis went on, "Her name is Elizabeth Page. She is about a year younger than you, and she has had a very hard life." Olga's lips tightened and a shadow swept across her dark eyes.