a Pin-na-cle blaze, to--to boil water
and toast our marshmallows. Oh! of all
things, all-ll things on this planet--I
don't know what we may find on any
other--that's 'banner', it's a marshmallows
toast out-of-doors--isn't it?"
chanted Una, intoning her delight to the
trees, the low spruce and pine scrub, as
she skipped among them, an evergreen
sprite, herself, for she, too, now wore the
"bonnie green", the Camp Fire short
skirt, middy blouse and captivating Tam-o'-shanter--most
nymph-like note in
dress for daughters of the woodland.

"And--and I just know the dear-est,
loveliest pin-ey nook," she went on in a
choir-boy sing-song; "half-way down the
Pinnacle's softer side it is, where we may
build our fire. Halleluiah! I suppose I'll
have to get busy and gather fagots, as in
Camp Fire rank I'm a Wood Gatherer.
Oh, dear! Will you listen to old Andrew.
Now what is &he^ singing?"

The Scot, indeed, relaxing from prim
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