Group when we hold a sort of carnival in
he afternoon in honor--in honor of the
de-ar birch trees just bursting into leaf."
Aponi fluttered like green tree-hair, herself.
"And that's to be followed--whoopee!
-by a party: a real, full-blown June
dance in the evening--to which all
the boys are invited. And--and,
maybe, some girls not of our Groups will
find an invitation tucked into their stockings,
too," slily. "But for the picnic this
week the Boy Scouts are hosts."

"I guess, if they knew there were two
strange girls in camp--such girls--they
'd scuttle to 'come across' with an
invitation, too!" laughed the one slangy
member inseparable from every group,
whose talk is the long stitch in the thread
of conversation.

"Do you think they would? Oh! I
don't know about that. Boys are such
-such griffins, sometimes."

Wormwood was in the eye of Pemrose,
omting the accusation, a new and gloomy
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