upon another under her chin as if to
hold her head up. For the first time in
her life she felt as if she were being asked
to drink a cup of humiliation--she, Toandoah's
little pal--and she made wry
faces over even a sip.

"Humph! Doesn't it seem queer--queer--outlandish?"
she snapped, bolstering
the piqued head higher with each
passionate adjective. "Here for three
months, ever since February--since I
recovered consciousness after that freezing
wreck--I've been longing, oh! longing
to meet again the boy whose chaff,
whose very chaff, warmed one amid the
horrors.... You didn't hear it; you
were too far gone. And, &now^!" The
little fists lashed out. "Bah! Who could
ev-er dream that he'd turn out such a
'chuff', as the boys say--an un-civ-il
chuff?... Una! it's never--it isn't,
it can't be Camp Fire Girls?"

"It is! It is! I told you I heard
singing."
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p095 _ -chap- _ toc-1 _ p096w _ toc-2 _ +chap+ _ p097

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