All the daily duties were performed zealously by bands of servers, who polished tins, peeled potatoes, washed plates, or cleaned shoes, as the case might be.

The League was putting to a practical proof the seven rules of the Camp-fire Law.

Beauty was all around them, and knowledge to be had for the asking.

They proved themselves trustworthy by their service, and glorified work in the doing of the camp tasks.
Health was drawn with every breath of mountain air, and, judging from their faces, the seventh rule, "Be happy", seemed almost superfluous.
Everyone looked radiant, even Mary Acton, who was a champion grumbler, and generally ready to complain of crumpled rose-leaves.

After breakfast and service duty came drill, a more than usually formal affair, for Mr.
Arnold himself reviewed them.