On wings of faith the moved chant
floated forth, led by the girl-thrush in a
sweet soprano, supported by the sonorous
roll of the Pinnacle organ, the murmuring
pine trees; and the voices of the
slender tree choir, the slim, white-tunicked
boy-birches, bore it aloft--aloft to
Heaven.

"So you're not only gifted as a 'merle',
you sing as a girl, too!" said Pemrose presently,
nestling nearer to the maiden with
the whistle in her green breast-pocket.
"You must love birds very much in
order to imitate a thrush-song like that."

"Well! my ceremonial name, as a Camp
Fire Girl, signifies a little brown bird of
the woods; so I thought it was 'up to
me' to learn to converse with my kind!"
was the half-shy, half-spicy answer. "My
brother Stud and I have no end of fun,
now in the early summer when the birds
have just arrived, and are mating, calling
them around our camp."

"Here--here, let me explain that we
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