It was Corene's idea. She had just returned from a glorious two weeks spent in a real Girl Scouts' Camp, and the brief time acted like a whiff of something good, and it tasted like more and Corene wanted it. "Two weeks " she repeated moodily. "What can you expect?" queried Louise. "Everyone must have a turn." "And two weeks make a real vacation for many girls," insisted Cleo. "Two weeks spent right in one spot-in the ocean, for instance, would seem an awful long time to me," said fun-making Grace.

"Do you mind if I call you Jim?" "Why no-that is--" "And may I call the lady Aunt Elizabeth?" "Elizabeth?" "If you don't mind; I'd love to." "But the fact is--"

THREE girls stood on the beach watching the waves-the tireless, endless, continuous toss, break, splash; toss, break, splash Always the same climbing combers smoothly traveling in from eternity, mounting their hills to the playful height of liquid summits, then rolling down in an ocean of foam, to splash on the beach into the most alluring of earth's play toys-the breakers.

It was much like a scene in a movie play. The shabby dark room lighted by a single oil lamp if any light could make its way through the badly smoked glass that served as a chimney, the broken chair, and the table piled high with what appeared to be rags, but which might have been intended for wearing apparel, the torn window curtain hanging so disconsolately from the broken cord it had one time proudly swung from, and the indescribable bed