No one with a knowledge of camp-life could mistake her attitude.
"We'll bluff it off," whispered Ulyth, and, taking Lizzie's arm, she marched quietly past, murmuring: "John Barleycorn".
The effect of the password was electrical.

Irene looked immensely astonished.

She had certainly not expected such knowledge on the part of seniors.
"Are you in it too?
Oh, goody!" she gasped; then very softly she called: "All's well!" and, turning, dived back among the bushes.
Lizzie and Ulyth pushed on towards the side gate.

It was open, and inside, under the shelter of a big laurel, stood a woman with a basket.
She was a gipsy-looking person, with long ear-rings, and she wore a red-and-yellow handkerchief tied round her neck.

As the girls approached she uncovered her basket with a knowing smile.
"I've brought plenty to-night, Missies," she said ingratiatingly.
"Cheesecakes and vanilla sandwiches and coco-nut drops and cream wafers.
What'll you please to have ?" "Are you selling them ?" asked Ulyth in much amazement.
The woman glanced at her keenly.
"I've not seen you two before," she remarked.