Flossy went to the window and stood looking out into the starless night. The pain in her heart deepened with every moment.

“If there was only some one to ask, some one to say a word to me,” she sighed to herself. “It seems as though I could never go to sleep with this feeling clinging to me. I wonder what can be the matter? Perhaps I am sick and am going to die. It feels almost like that, and I am not fit to die I am afraid. I wonder if Ruth Erskine is afraid to die? I have almost a mind to ask her. I wonder if she ever prays? People who are not afraid of death are always those who pray. Perhaps she will to-night. I feel as though I wanted to pray: I think if I only knew how it would be just the thing to do. If she kneels down I mean to go and kneel beside her.”

These were some of the thoughts that whirled through her brain as she stood with her nose pressed to the glass. But Ruth did not pray. She went around with the composed air of one who was at peace with all the world; and when her elaborate preparations for rest were concluded she laid her head on her pillow without one thought of prayer.

“Why in the name of sense don’t you come to bed?” she presently asked, surveying with curious glance the quiet little creature whose face was hidden from her, and who was acting entirely out of accordance with anything she had ever seen in her before. “What can you possibly find to keep you gazing out of that window? It can’t be called star-gazing, for to my certain knowledge there isn’t a single star visible; in fact, I should say nothing could be visible but the darkness.”

For a minute Flossy made no answer. She did not move nor turn her head; but presently she said, in a low and gentle voice:

“Ruth, should you be afraid to die?”

“To die!” said Ruth; and I have no means of telling you what an astonished face and voice she had. “Flossy Shipley, what do you mean?”

“Why, I mean that,” said Flossy, in the same quiet tone. “Of course we have got to die, and everybody knows it; and what I say is, should you be afraid if it were to-night, you know?”

“Humph!” said Ruth, turning her pillow and waiting to beat it into shape before she spoke further. “I haven’t the least idea of dying to-night.”

“But how can you be sure of that? You might have to die to-night, you know people do sometimes.”

“I know one thing, am perfectly certain of it, and that is, that you will take cold standing there and making yourself dismal. You are shivering like a leaf, I can see you from here. If that is all the good to be gotten from the ‘religious impressions’ that they harp about being so great here, the less religion they have the better, and there is quite little enough you may be sure.” Saying which, Ruth turned her pillow again and her head, so that she could not see the small creature at the window. She was unaccountably rasped, not to say startled, by her question, and she did not like to be startled; she liked to have her current of life run smoothly.

As for Flossy, she gave a great sigh of disappointment and unrest, and turned slowly from the window. She had vaguely hoped for help of some sort from Ruth, and as she lay down on her prayerless pillow she said to herself, “If she had only knelt down I should certainly have done so, too; and perhaps I might have been helped out of this dreadful feeling.” Yet so ignorant was she of the way that it never once occurred to her to kneel alone and pray.

No more words were spoken by those two girls that night, but each lay awake for a long time and tossed about restlessly. Ruth had been most effectually disturbed, and try as best she could it was impossible to banish the memory of those quiet words: “You might have to die to-night; people do, you know.” To actually have to do something that she had not planned to do and was not quite ready for, would be a new experience to this girl. Yet when would she be ready to plan for dying? At last she grew thoroughly vexed, and vented her disgust on the “religionists” who got up camp-meeting excitements for the purpose of turning weak brains like Flossy Shipley’s. After that she went to sleep.

“Flossy Shipley, for pity’s sake don’t rig your self up in that awful cashmere! It rains yet and you will just be going around with five wrinkles on your forehead all day, besides spoiling your dress.”

It was morning, and the door of communication between the two sleeping-rooms being thrown open the four girls were in full tide of talk and preparation for Fairpoint. Flossy, though kept her strangely quiet face and manner; the night had not brought her peace; she had tossed restlessly for hours, and when at last she slept it was only to be haunted with troubled dreams. With the first breath of morning she opened her eyes and felt that the weight of yesterday was still pressing on her heart.

“What shall I wear?” she asked, in an absent, bewildered way of Eurie, who had objected to the cashmere.

“I’m sure I don’t know. Didn’t you bring anything suited to the rain? Let me go fishing in that ponderous trunk and see if I can’t find something.”

The “fishing” produced nothing more suitable than a heavy black silk, elaborately trimmed, and looking, as Eurie phrased it, “elegantly out of place.”

Through much confusion and frolicking the four were at last entering the grounds at Chautauqua. By reason of their superior knowledge Marion and Flossy led the way, while the others followed eagerly, looking and exclaiming.

“I’ll tell you what it is, girls,” Eurie said, eagerly. “Let’s come over here and board. We’ll have a tent or a cottage. A tent will be jollier, and it will be twice as much fun as to stay at the hotel.”

There being no dissenting voice to this proposal, they started in much glee to look up a home; only Flossy demurred timidly.

“Can’t we go to the meeting, girls, and look for the tent afterward? The meeting has commenced; I hear them singing.”

“It’s nothing in the world but a Bible service,” Eurie said. “That man at the gate handed me a programme. Who wants to go to a Bible service? We have Bibles enough at home. We want to be on hand at eleven o’clock, because Edward Eggleston is to speak on ‘The Paradise of Childhood.’ My childhood was anything but paradise, but I am anxious to know what he will make of it.”

Flossy succumbed, of course, as every one expected she would; and the party went in search of tents and accommodations. It was no easy matter to suit them, as the patient and courteous President found.

“I don’t like the location of any one of them,” Ruth Erskine said. Of course she was the hardest to suit. “Why can’t we have one of those in that row on the hill?”

“Those are the guest tents, ma’am.”

“The guest tents?” Eurie exclaimed, in surprise. “I wonder if they entertain guests here! Who are they?”

“Why, those who have been invited to take part in the exercises, of course. You did not suppose that they paid their own expenses and did the work besides, did you?”

This explanation was given by Marion, who, by virtue of her experience as reporter was better versed in the ways of these great gatherings than the others.

“What an idea!” Eurie said. “Fancy being a guest and speaking at this great meeting. Being a person of distinction, you know; so that people would be pointing you out, and telling their neighbors who you were.

“There goes Miss Mitchell. She is the leading speaker on Sunday-school books. How does that sound? Only, on the whole, I should choose some other department than Sunday-school books; they are all so horridly good the people in them, I mean that one can’t get through with more than two in a season. I tried to read one last week for Sunday, but I abandoned it in despair.”

This was an aside, while Ruth was questioning the President. She was looking dismayed.

“Can’t we have one of the tents on that side near the stand?”

“Those were taken months ago. This is a large gathering, you know.”

“I should think it was! Then, it seems, we must go back to the hotel. I thought you would be glad to let us have accommodations at any price.”

The gentlemanly President here carefully repressed an amused smile. Here were people who had evidently misunderstood Chautauqua.

“Oh, yes,” he said, “we can give you accommodations, only not the very best, I am sorry to say. Our best tents were secured many months ago. Still, we will do the best we can for you, and I think we can make you entirely comfortable.”

“People have different ideas as to the meaning of that word,” Miss Eurie said, loftily.

Then she moved to another tent, over which she exclaimed in dismay:

“Why, the bed isn’t made up! Pray, are we to sleep on the slats?”

“Oh, no. But you have to hire all those things, you know. Have you seen our bulletin? There are parties on the ground prepared to fit up everything that you need, and to do it very reasonably. Of course we can not know what degree of expense those requiring tents care to incur, so we leave that matter for them to decide for themselves. You can have as many or as few comforts as you choose, and pay accordingly.”

“And are all four of us expected to occupy this one room?” There was an expression of decided disgust on Miss Erskine’s face.

“Way, you see,” explained the amused President, “this tent is designed for four; two good-sized bedsteads set up in it; and the necessity seems to be upon us to crowd as much as we can conveniently. There will be no danger of impure air, you know, for you have all out-doors to breathe.”

“And you really don’t have toilet stands or toilet accommodations! What a way to live!”

Another voice chimed in now, which was the very embodiment of refined horror.

“And you don’t have pianos nor sofas, and the room isn’t lighted with gas! I’m sure I don’t see how we can live! It is not what we have been accustomed to.”

This was Marion, with the most dancing eyes in the world, and the President completed the scene by laughing outright. Suddenly Ruth discovered that she was acting the part of a simpleton, and with flushed face she turned from them, and walked to a vacant seat, in the opposite direction from where they were standing.

“We will take this one,” she said, haughtily, without vouchsafing it a look. “I presume it is as good as any of them, and, since we are fairly into this absurd scrape we must make the best of it.”

“Or the worst of it,” Marion said, still laughing. “You are bent on doing that, I think, Ruthie.”

By a violent effort and rare good sense Ruth controlled herself sufficiently to laugh, and the embarrassment vanished. There were splendid points about this girl’s character, not the least among them being the ability to laugh at a joke that had been turned toward herself. At least the effect was splendid. The reasons, therefore, might have been better. It was because her sharp brain saw the better effect that her ability to do this thing immediately produced on the people around her. But I shall have to confess that a poise of character strong enough to gracefully avert unpleasant effects arising from causes of her own making ought to have been strong enough to have suppressed the causes.

The question of an abiding-place being thus summarily disposed of, the party set themselves to work with great energy to get settled, Marion and Eurie taking the lead. Both were used to both planning and working, and Marion at least had so much of it to do as to have lost all desire to lead unnecessarily, and therefore everything grew harmonious.

There was a good deal of genuine disgust in Ruth’s part of it, though, her eyes having been opened, she bravely tried to hide the feeling from the rest. But you will remember that she had lived and breathed in an atmosphere of elegant refinement all her life, accepting the luxuries of life as common necessities until they had really become such to her, and the idea of doing without many things that people during camp life necessarily find themselves obliged to do without was not only strange to her but exceedingly disagreeable. The two leaders being less used to the extremes of luxury, and more indifferent to them by nature, could not understand and had little sympathy with her feeling.

“We shall have to go back after all to the hotel,” Eurie said, as she dived both hands into the straw tick and tried to level the bed. “We have too fine a lady among us; she cannot sleep on a bedstead that doesn’t rest its aristocratic legs on a velvet carpet. She doesn’t see the fun at all. I thought Flossy would be the silly one, but Flossy is in a fit of the dumps. I never saw her so indifferent to her dress before. See her now, bringing that three-legged stand, without regard to rain! There is one comfort in this perpetual rain, we shall have less dust. After all, though, I don’t know as that is any improvement, so long as it goes and makes itself up into mud. Look at the mud on my dress! That tent we were looking at first would have been ever so much the best, but after Ruth’s silliness I really hadn’t the face to suggest a change I thought we had given trouble enough. She makes a mistake; she thinks this is a great hotel, where people are bound to get all the money they can and give as little return, instead of its being a place where people are striving to be as accommodating as they can, and give everybody as good a time as possible.”

In the midst of all this talk and work they left and ran up the hill to the Tabernacle, where the crowds were gathering to hear Dr. Eggleston. It was a novel sight to these four girls; the great army of eager, strong, expectant faces; the ladies, almost without an exception, dressed to match the rain and the woods, looking neither tired nor annoyed about anything looking only in earnest. To Ruth, especially, it came like a revelation. She looked around her with surprised eyes. There were intellectual faces on every hand. There was the hum of conversation all about her, for the meeting was not yet opened, and the tone of their words was different from any with which her life had been familiar; they seemed lifted up, enthused; they seemed to have found something worthy of enthusiasm. As a rule Ruth had not enjoyed enthusiastic people; they had seemed silly to her; and you will admit that there is a silly side to the consuming of a great deal of that trait on the dress for an evening party, or the arrangement of programmes for a fancy concert. Just now she had a glimmering fancy that there might be something worthy of arresting and holding one’s eager attention.

“They look alive,” she said, turning from right to left among the rows and rows of faces. “They look as though they had a good deal to do, and they thought it was worth doing.”

Then, curiously enough, there came suddenly to her mind that question which she had banished the night before, and she wondered if these people had all really answered it to their satisfaction.

Flossy took a seat immediately in front of the speaker. She was hungry for something, and she did not know what to call it something that would set her fevered heart at rest. As for Marion and Eurie, they hoped with all their hearts that the “Hoosier Schoolmaster” would give them a rich intellectual treat, at least Marion was after the intellectual. Eurie would be contented if she got the fun, and a man like Dr. Eggleston has enough of both those elements to make sure of satisfying their hopes. But would he bring something to help Flossy?