"She was gazing at my dress, or my watch, or my handkerchief whenever she could spare an eye from her book.

She thinks them of far more importance than Henry VIII." "So she does," agreed Lizzie.

"I tried to get her interested yesterday in the number of his wives--I thought the Bluebeard aspect of it might move her--but she only said: 'What does it matter when they're all dead ?' I felt so blank that I couldn't say any more." Nobody quite remembered whose idea it was that their orphan should be invited to the Camp-fire meetings.

Somebody in a soft-hearted moment suggested it, and Mrs.Arnold replied: "Oh yes, poor little soul! Bring her, by all means." So Susannah Maude had come, and once there she apparently regarded herself as a member of the League, and turned up on every available occasion.

How much she understood of the proceedings or of the scope of the society nobody could fathom.