The answer was shrill with delight as
the wiry note of the little black-poll
warbler, nesting near.

"Why! Why! Goodness! That's
what I hurled at him; at his crowing,
cock-a-hoop back!"

The older girl's face softened, melted
into whimsicality now,--into a freakish
surprise that encircled, like a golden ring,
her wide-open mouth.

Up--up from the Pinnacle's softer side,
its tender, heavenly side, the chant came
ringing, the merry chant and challenge:

"Then--then don't take a nap,
For we're on the map!"

"Camp Fire Girls! Camp Fire Girls! Here
on the Pinnacle 'map'!"

Pem caught her breath wildly. Never
-oh! never was a turn of the tide more
welcome.

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