Laura brightened at that. Here were three at least who cared for something besides picture shows. For half an hour longer she let the talk run on, and that half-hour gave her sidelights on many of the girls. Except Olga--she had not opened her lips during the discussion. When there came a little pause, Laura spoke in a carefully careless way. "I told you, girls, that this is our Camp Fire room and I want you to feel that it belongs to you--every one of you owns a share in it. We shall have the Council meetings here every Saturday, but this room is not to be shut up all the other evenings. We may have no moving pictures, but you can come here and dance if you wish, or play games, or sing--I'm going to have a piano here soon--or if you like you can bring your sewing--your Christmas presents to make. What I want you to understand is that this room is yours, to be used for your pleasure. You haven't seen all yet." Rising, she touched a button, and as the room was flooded with light, threw open a door. The girls, crowding after her, broke into cries of delight and admiration; for here was a white-tiled kitchen complete in all its appointments, even to a small white-enamelled gas range and a tiny refrigerator. On brass hooks hung blue and white saucepans and kettles and spoons, and a triangular corner closet with leaded doors revealed blue and white china and glass. "All for the Camp Fire Girls," Laura said, "and it means fudge, and popcorn, and toasted marshmallows and bacon-bats and anything else you like. You can come here yourselves every Wednesday evening, and if you wish, you can bring a friend with you to share your good times." "Boy or girl friend?" Lena Barton's shrewd eyes twinkled as she asked the question, with a saucy tilt to her little freckled nose. "Either," returned Laura instantly, though until that moment she had thought only of girls. "Gee, but you're some Guardian, Miss Laura!" Lena replied. As the girls reluctantly tore themselves away from the fascinating kitchen, two maids entered with trays of sandwiches and nutcakes, olives and candy. "It is the first time I have had the pleasure of having you all here in my own home," Miss Laura said, "so we must break bread together." "Gee! This beats the picture shows," Lena Barton declared. "Three cheers for our Guardian--give 'em with claps!" and both cheers and clapping were given in generous measure. When finally there was a movement to depart, Laura gathered the girls once more about her before the fire. "I hope," she began, "you have all enjoyed this evening as much as I have----" "We have! We _have_!" half a dozen voices broke in, and Lena Barton shrilled enthusiastically, "_More_!"