The moon had risen high in the sky, and was peeping through the tree-tops as if curious to see who had invaded so sylvan a spot as the glade.

The silver beams caught the ripples of the stream and made the shadows seem all the darker.
It was a glorious beginning for the new term, as everybody agreed, and an earnest of the fun that was in store later on.
"We shan't be able to camp out next meeting, but we'll have high jinks in the hall," purred Beth Broadway.
"Yes; Mrs.Arnold says she has a lovely programme for the winter, and we're to have candles instead of fuel," agreed Lizzie Lonsdale, who had been raised that evening to the rank of Fire-maker.
"Trust Mrs.Arnold to find something new for us to do!" murmured Ulyth, looking fondly in the direction of her ideal.
"My gracious, I call this meeting no end!" piped a cheerful voice in her ear; and Rona, smiling with all-too-obtrusive friendliness, plumped down by her side.

"You've good times here, and no mistake! I think I'll be a candidate myself next, if that's the game to play.

You're a high-and-mighty one, aren't you?
Let's have a look at your badge!" "If you dare to touch it!" flared Ulyth, putting up her hand to guard her cherished token.
"Why, I wouldn't do it any harm, I promise you; I wouldn't finger it! It means something, doesn't it?
I didn't quite catch what it was.

You might tell me.