TELLS ABOUT MY TALK WITH BERT WINTON Believe _me_, that was _some_ night.

I guess I knew how Skinny felt when he scooted off, because after camp-fire I felt just that same way myself.

Christmas! I don't know how it feels to win the gold cross, and I guess I never will either, but just the same, after camp-fire that night, I just felt as if I wanted to go and be by myself--I can't tell you why.
It's fine hanging around the camp-fire after it's died down, but they're pretty sure to chase you off to bed if you do that.

It's a danger zone, believe _me_.

Anyway, I know a peach of a place on a big rock near the shore.