Hey there, and welcome to Learn WordPress! In this tutorial you'll be learning how to restrict access to custom post types via the built-in capability system. You will learn how the different capabilities are assigned to a custom post type and how to manage them, as well as how to add custom post type capabilities to new or existing roles. Let's say you need to create a plugin that allows a site owner to add the following functionality to a WordPress site. The ability to define a custom post type called Story. The ability to create users with a writer role who can only create, edit and delete unpublished stories. The writer role should also be able to publish their own stories, but not edit or delete stories once published. Any site administrator should be able to create, edit and delete any stories, regardless of whether they are published or not, or who they were created by. To create the Story custom post type, you might have some code in your plugin that looks like this. Here, you're using the registerPostType function to register the Story custom post type, and passing in some specific arguments to turn certain things on and off. When a custom post type is registered in this way, it inherits the capabilities of the post post type. To see these capabilities in your dashboard during development, you might register a submenu page that displays the capabilities of the Story custom post type, which is only available to admins. Inside the callback function for this page, you could access the custom post type object from the wpPostTypesGlobalArray variable. You could then print out the capability type, mapMetaCAP, and cap properties of the Story post type. With the plugin active, when logged in as an administrator user, this is what you might see when you visit the page in your dashboard. As you can see, the capability type inherits from post. MapMetaCAP is set to true, and the cap property contains an array of capabilities that are inherited from the default WordPress capabilities for a post. To understand how these capabilities are mapped to the custom post type, you need to understand how these three properties are set up. To do this, take a look at the registerPostType function, which currently exists at line 1679 of the wpInclude slash post.php file. On line 1694, the wpPostType object is created, and the args array is passed to the class constructor. If you open the file for the wpPostType class, you'll see the following code at around line 541. Here, if the capabilities argument is empty, and the MapMetaCAP argument is null, and the capability type argument is set to either post or page, then the MapMetaCAP argument is set to true. If you scroll back up to line 480, you can see that the default value for capability type is post. So because your custom post type doesn't pass any of these arguments, then MapMetaCAP is set to true. Later on, the cap property is set to the result of the getPostType capabilities function. This function accepts the args array as an argument and returns an array of capabilities. So because the capability type argument is set to post and the MapMetaCAP argument is set to true, then the cap property on the story custom post type will be set to an array of capabilities that are mapped to the default WordPress capabilities for a post. You can control these capabilities by passing relevant values to the three arguments that are used above, as described in the developer handbook entry for register post type. Possible arguments are capability type, capabilities, and MapMetaCAP. The first step in setting custom capabilities for your custom post type is to set the capability type argument to something other than post. In this case, you could set it to story. If you now take a look at the cap property on your custom post type, you will see that the capabilities have changed. However, it's not using the correct pluralization of story, so you need to explicitly set the plural version of the capability type by passing in an array of values, the first being the singular name and the second being the pluralization. So we would change this to an array, a story, and stories. Now if you take a look at the cap property on your custom post type, you will see that the capabilities have changed again. Notice that this list does not include all the same capabilities when they were inherited from post. This is because by setting a capability type, the first conditional check in the WP post type class you looked at earlier returns false. And so the MapMetaCAP argument is now set to false, which means the additional capabilities are not mapped for the custom post type. Now would be a good time to talk about the different types of capabilities. There are three types of capabilities available to custom post types. Metacapabilities are capabilities that are mapped to primitive capabilities. The three metacapabilities are editPost, readPost, and deletePost. As an example, the editPost metacapability is mapped to primitive capabilities like editPosts and editOthersPosts. Because the metacapabilities are automatically mapped to certain primitive capabilities, it's generally recommended not to grant the metacapabilities directly to users or roles, and rather, to grant any of the primitive capabilities. There are two types of primitive capabilities. Those that are automatically mapped to a metacapability when you register a custom post type with a specific capability type, and those that are not. Understand the differences, take a look at the getPostType capabilities function. And the WP includes post.php file. This is the same function you saw earlier in the WP post type class that builds up the capabilities object for the cap property on the custom post type object. Here you can see that the default capabilities are always set, which includes the three metacapabilities and five primitive capabilities. Then an additional six primitive capabilities are added. These are known as the primitive capabilities used within the mapMetacap function. Below that, the createPost capability is automatically mapped to edit posts for a total of 15 possible capabilities. You might be wondering what the mapMetacap function is and what it does. The mapMetacap function is used whenever the current userCAN function is called to check if a user role has a specific capability. If you dive into the code underneath the current userCAN function, you'll see it eventually calls the hasCAP function of the WP user class, which in turn calls the mapMetacap function. MapMetacap maps a capability to the primitive capabilities required of the given user to satisfy the capability being checked, based on the context of the check. The mapMetacap function does not check whether the user has the required capabilities. It just returns what the required capabilities are. To help explain this, let's look at an example. Let's say you want to use current userCAN to check if the current user can edit a specific post by checking against the editPost meta capability. Based on the context of the post, the result for this check can depend on a few factors. Is the user the author of the post? And is the post already published? When checking against the editPost capability, the mapMetacap function will check all these factors and return the correct set of primitive capabilities that the user must have to allow editing of the post. So if the post is written by someone else and it's published, it would turn an array containing the editOthersPosts and editPublishPost capabilities. In this case, the user would not only need the editPost capability, but also the editOthersPosts and editPublishPost capabilities in order to edit this post. If you look back at the different list of capabilities that you might need for your writer, you'll notice that some exist as meta capabilities, some as the automatically mapped primitive capabilities, and some exist as the primitive capabilities mapped inside MapMetacap. As discussed earlier, you should not grant the meta capabilities directly to users or roles and rather to add any of the primitive capabilities. Therefore, you're going to want to add the following automatically mapped primitive capabilities. Edit Stories, Delete Stories, Publish Stories, and Read Private Stories. But you're also going to want to add the following primitive capabilities mapped inside MapMetacap. The Read capability, the Delete Private Stories capability, and the Edit Private Stories capability. There are two ways you can do this. You can add additional primitive capabilities you need by using the capabilities arguments of the registered post type function. So under your capability type, you could add the specific capabilities you need. If you now take a look at the cap property of the custom post type object, you'll see that the capabilities object now includes all the capabilities you added. You can now add these capabilities to your writer role. The other option is to set the MapMetacap argument to true. This will automatically also map the meta capabilities to the primitive capabilities used inside MapMetacap. With this option, all the possible capabilities will be mapped and you can then add the specific ones you need to your user roles. But you can take out the capabilities and include MapMetacap. And if we inspect the list of capabilities, they are all there. Ultimately, it's up to you which option you choose. The capabilities argument is a bit more flexible and provides more fine grain control, but using the MapMetacap argument requires less work on your part. It's also worth noting that either option will not automatically add the capabilities to any role. You still need to define that yourself. One other thing changed when you set the custom capability type argument. Your admin user can no longer access stories in the dashboard. This is because the administrator user role has not been given the capabilities to access stories. Because your admin user role should be able to access everything, now would be a good time to add all the capabilities to the admin role. This is another reason to consider using the MapMetacap argument, as it will automatically map all the capabilities which you can assign to the admin role. As you learned in the developing WordPress user roles and capabilities tutorial, the right place to do this is inside a plugin activation hook. First, deactivate your plugin so that you can activate it to trigger the activation hook. Inside plugins, we can deactivate. Then create the register activation hook in your plugin and use it to assign the required capabilities to the administrator user. Because there are so many capabilities to add, it's a good idea to store them in an array and then loop through them to add them to the role. If you ever need to add or remove capabilities, you can just update the array. You do not need to add the read capability, as this is already added to the administrator role. At the same time, you can add the deactivation hook to remove the capabilities from the administrator role if the plugin is ever deactivated. Now you can create the writer role and only apply the capabilities that the writer needs. Inside the activation hook callback function, you can create the writer role using the add role function and add the relevant capabilities. As a reminder, the writer can only create, edit and delete unpublished stories and writers should also be able to publish their own stories but not edit or delete stories once published. Note that you can do this inside an existing activation hook callback function or you can create a new one. At the same time, it's a good idea to update the deactivation callback function or create a new one to remove the role when the plugin is deactivated. Now activate the plugin and check that the admin can create, edit, publish and edit a published story. So if we activate, admins can now access stories and create new stories. Then create a new user and assign the writer role to the user. Login is the writer and check that the writer can create, edit and publish a story but cannot delete a published story. They also should not be able to edit or delete anyone else's stories. So let's create the writer user, give them a simple password and assign the writer role and then login as the writer. The writer can access stories but cannot edit the admin story. They can create a new story. They can save and edit their stories but once published, writers cannot edit their own stories. Your specific requirements will determine how you set your capabilities for your custom post types. Perhaps you don't need the administrator role to access stories. Then you could just have manually set the additional capabilities you need and not use the map metacap argument. Either way, whatever capabilities you configure will only be applied once you add them to a role. Generally your process for setting up custom post type capabilities will be to set the correct capability type or types. Then use either the capabilities argument or the map metacap argument to set up any additional capabilities you require and then to either update an existing role or create a new custom role and assign the relevant capabilities needed. Always remember to set up roles and or capabilities inside an activation hook callback function and remove them inside a deactivation hook callback function. You could read up on how capabilities can be mapped on custom post types in the parameter detail information section of the register post type documentation in the WordPress developer handbook as well as the function reference entry on the get post type capabilities function. Happy coding.


Chapter 1 of the Campfire Girls Amid the Snows This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Shasta Oakland, California The Campfire Girls Amid the Snows by Margaret Vander Cook Chapter 1 The Winter Metadoo The snow was falling in heavy slashing sheets, and a December snowstorm in the New Hampshire Hills means something more serious than a storm in city streets or even an equal downfall upon more level meadows and plains. Yet, on this winter afternoon, about an hour before twilight and along the base of a hill where a rough road wandered between tall cedars and pine trees and low bushes and shrubs, there sounded continually above the snow's silencing two voices, sometimes laughing, occasionally singing, a brief liner or so, but more often talking. Accompanying them always was a steady jingle of bells. We simply can't get there tonight, Princess, one of the voices protested, still with a questioning note as though hardly believing in its own assertion. We simply can't do anything else, my child, the other answered teasingly.  Otherwise, I suppose, we should have had eyes placed in the back of our heads and our feet would have turned around the other way. Don't be frightened, there really isn't the least danger. Then there was a sudden swish of a whip cutting the cold air, and with a fresh tinkling of bells, the shaggy pony plunged ahead. Five minutes afterwards, with an instinctive stiffening of his forelegs, he started sliding slowly down a steep embankment where the road apparently ended, dragging his load behind him and only stopping on finally reaching the low ground and finding his sleigh had overturned. While the unusual illness was oppressive, but a little later there followed a movement and then an unsteady voice calling, steady fire star as a tall girl in a grey hood and coat covered all over with snow came crawling forth from the uppermost side of the sleigh and immediately began pulling at it with trembling hands. Princess, Princess, please speak or move. Oh, it is all my fault. I should never have let you attempt it. I am the older and even a little smothered sound and a slight disturbance under an immense fur rug interrupted her. I can't speak, Esther, until I get some of this snow out of my mouth and I can't move until this grocery store is lifted off me. I'm the underside of things.  A break in the cheerful tones ended these words and there was no further stirring. But Esther Clark failed to notice this as she first lifted the rug which had almost covered up Betty Ashton and then helped her to sit upright, looking more of a snow princess than even the weather justified. For all about there were small mounds of sugar and flour, white as the snow itself and dissolving like dew. While Betty's seal cap and coat were encrusted in ice and the snow hung from her brows and lashes, indeed her face, usually so brilliantly colored, was now almost as pale. Esther was again tugging at the overturned sleigh, trying to set it upright, the pony waiting motionless except for turning his head as if with the suggestion that matters be hurried along. I could manage a great deal better, Betty, if you would help me, Esther protested a little indignantly. I know the girls at Sunrise Cabin are getting dreadfully worried over our being so late and arriving at home. Betty shivered. I am getting a bit worried myself, she agreed, and I might as well confess to you, Esther, that I haven't the fittest idea where we are nor how far from the village or our camp. This snow has completely mixed me up, and I haven't brained my ankle, of course, or broken it, or done anything quite so silly, but my foot does hurt most awfully, and I know I can never stand up on it again. And if I wasn't a campfire girl about to be made a torchbearer, I'd like to weep and weep until I melted away into a beautiful iceberg. And then, in spite of her brave fooling, Betty did blink and choke, but only for an instant, for the sight of her companion's face made her smile again. The runner of our sleigh has snapped in two, Esther next announced, in accents of despair, after having partially dragged the sleigh upright, although one runner still remained embedded several inches deeper than the other, in the drift of snow which had caused their disaster. Betty held up both hands. I believe it never rains, but it pours, she said a little mockingly, but what about the snow? I am sorry, I was so obstinate, dear. It is nice to be sorry when the deed is done, isn't it? I suppose I should never have attempted driving back to Sunrise Hill in such an evening, but then we did need our groceries so terribly in camp, and I was afraid nobody would bring them tomorrow. And well, as I have gotten you into this scrape, I must get you out of it. So, by clinging with both hands to Esther, Betty Ashton, by sure force of will, did manage to ride on the one sound foot, and then putting the injured one on the ground, she stood wavering for a second. I'm thinking, Esther, so please don't interrupt me for a moment. She gasped as soon as she found breath. I can't but feel that this is our first real emergency since we started our campfire in the woods this winter. If we only are able to get out of it successfully, why won't Polly be envious? Betty Ashton was so plainly talking at the present instant to gain time that the older girl did not pay the slightest attention to her. Instead, she was thinking herself. Of course, she or Betty could mount their pony and ride off somewhere to look for help. But then Esther had no fancy for being left alone in a snowstorm in a part of the country, which she did not know in its present aspect and certainly under the circumstances, she had no intention of leaving Betty. She had no intention of going to the same fate. Imagination, however, was never one of Esther Clarke's strong points, although fortunately for them both, now and in later years, it was always a gift of the other girls.  And will you unhitch Firestar and lead her here to me? Somehow I think it's best for us to manage to get back on the road and find some sort of shelter up there under the trees until the worst of this storm is passed. With Betty to thank and Esther to accomplish, things usually moved swiftly. So five minutes later, half leading and half being led by the pony, Esther climbed the embankment on foot with Betty riding and clinging with both arms about Firestar's neck. Under a pine tree, partly protected from the wind and snow by scrubbed pines growing only a few feet away, the girls found a temporary refuge. There they remained sheltered by the fur rug which Esther brought back on her second trip. The pony safely covered over with his own blanket stood hitched under another tree a short distance away. Nevertheless, half an hour of waiting found the two girls shivering uncomfortably under their rug and losing courage with every passing moment where the storm had not abated in the least. And Betty was really suffering agonies with her foot, although she had removed her shoe, bathed her ankle in snow, and bound it up in her own and Esther's pocket handkerchiefs. Esther, she said rather irritably, after a fricks paroxysm of pain had left her almost exhausted. Don't you think that as we have been camp our girls living in the woods for the past six months, even though conditions do seem trying, we ought to do something and not just sit here in this limp fashion and be snowed under. Esther nodded but made no sort of suggestion. She was so cold and worried about Betty that she hadn't an idea. In her mind, save the haunting fear that if they continued long in their present situation, they might actually be turned into icebergs. However, Betty promptly gave her a pinch that was realistic enough to be felt in spite of all her frozenness. Wake up, Esther dear, and if you are really so cold, child, just warm yourself by your nose. It certainly is red enough. Now, as you girls have always said, I dearly love to boss. Please, won't you let me be general of this expedition, and you do what I say, since I am too lame to help. Again, Esther nodded. She generally had done whatever Betty Ashton had asked her to do since the day of her coming to the Great Ashton Homestead in Woodford a little more than half a year before. But as Betty outlined her plan, Esther grew interested, and in half a moment jumping up began stamping her feet and swinging her arms to get the warmth and vigor back into her body. Why, Betty Ashton, of course, we can manage even to stay here in the woods all night and not have such a horrid time. It won't be so difficult. I'll have things fixed in the least little while. A short time afterwards, an Esther had brought up from their broken sleigh a portion of the precious grocery supplies which she and Betty had driven into Woodford early that afternoon to obtain. A can of coffee, crackers, a side of bacon, and, most welcome of all, a bundle of kindling tied as neatly together as toothpicks. For several weeks of having together wood out of doors, oftentimes in the snow and rain, and then driving it under cover, had made an occasional supply of kindling from the shops in town, extremely grateful to the campfire makers. Fortunately, Betty had filled the last remaining space in their sleigh with kindling wood before starting back to camp, and in Esther's several absences she had been diligently preparing a place for a fire. First by scooping away the snow with her hands, and then by scraping it with a three-pronged stick which she had found nearby. However, a fire in the snow was not easy to start even by a campfire girl, so the fifteen minutes must have passed and an entire box of matches been consumed before the paper collected from about their packages had persuaded even the kindling to light. And then by infinite patience and coaxing, wet pine twigs and cones were added to the fire until finally the larger logs discovered under the surrounding trees also blazed into heat and light. And while Betty was cherishing the fire, Esther managed to make a partial canopy over their heads with brushwood. There are a few things in this world, though, that do not take a longer time to accomplish than we had first expect and require a longer patience, so that when the two girls had finally arranged their temporary winter shelter, the twilight had come down and both of them were extremely weary. Nevertheless, the most wonderful coffee was made with melted snow in the tin can, bacon sliced and with the knife, no campfire girl fails to carry and crackers toasted into a delicious brown. And then when supper was over, Betty kept close to Esther under their rug resting her head on her shoulder. No one knows where we are tonight, Esther, so no one will worry. The girls will think we stayed in town on account of the storm and our friends in the village that we are now safe back in sunrise heaven, so do let us make the best of things, she whispered. Tonight at least we are real campfire girls from necessity and not choice, and I believe I can better understand why our ancestors once used to worship the fire as the symbol of home. Then, too, I am glad we chose the pine trees for our refuge. I wonder if you know this legend. When Mary was in flight to Egypt to save our Lord from Herod, she stopped beneath a pine tree and rested there, safe from her enemies in a green chamber filled with its falsely fragrance, the tree proving its love for the Christ child by lowering its lens when Herod's soldiers passed by. And then when the baby raised its hand to bless the tree, it so marked it that when the pine cone is cut lengthwise, it shows the form of a hand, the hand of Christ.  So, she made no reply, but instead began singing the goodnight song of the campfire girls, which has been set to the beautiful old melody, drink to me only with thine eyes. And though she began very softly, meaning her song, to reach only Betty's ears, by and by, forgetting herself in the pleasure her music always brought her, she let her voice increase in power, until the final notes could have been heard some distance through the woods and even a little way up the hill, which stood like a solid white wall before them. The snow had stopped falling and the wind had died down, but the coldness and the stillness were therefore the more profound. The sun is sinking in the west, the evening shadows fall, across the silence of the lake we hear the looms low call, so let us too, the silence keep and softly steal away, to rest and sleep until the morn brings forth another day. Betty, Betty, instead of allowing her friend to sleep, Esther began shaking her nervously only a few minutes after the closing of her song. And Betty started suddenly, giving a little quiet pain and surprise, for evidently she had been dreaming and found it hard to come back to so strange a reality. Here she and Esther were alone in the winter woods, not many miles from shelter and yet unable to find it, while she had been dreaming of herself as a poor half frozen waste somewhere out in a city street listening to strains of music which were not of Esther's song but of some instrument. The girl rubbed her eyes and laughed. Near me, Esther, is too cold to sleep, isn't it?  I think the winter manatee, hey boy, must have been visiting me with the wind playing the strings of his harp, for I had just dreamed. I was listening to music. You didn't dream it. I wasn't asleep, and I heard it also. There, listen. The two girls caught hold of one another's hands and silently they stared ahead of them through the opening in their curious eschromox-like tent. Today things be more improbable and yet, without doubt, the notes of a violin would be heard approaching, nearer and nearer. Transfixed with surprise and pleasure, Esther kept still, but Betty, who, in spite of her whims, was a really practical person, shook her head in a somewhat annoyed fashion. It is perfectly absurd, you know, Esther, for any human being to be strolling through the New Hampshire woods on a winter's night playing the violin. We are not in Germany or the Alps or in a storybook, but if it really is a person and not the spirit of winter, as I still believe, why, he might as well help us out of our difficulties. I don't feel so romantic as I did an hour or so ago. At this instant, the din figure did appear around a turn in the road where the girls had previously met disaster, and putting her fingers to her lips, Betty cried, hello, hello, in as loud a voice as possible, and at the same time, seizing one of their burning logs, she waved it as a signal of distress. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of The Campfire Girls Amid the Snows This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Shaston, Oakland, California. The Campfire Girls Amid the Snows By Margaret Vander Cook Chapter 2. Sunrise Cabin Ach, Canadian Freilines, it isn't possible. No, I know it isn't. Betty returned with her mostly newer expression, although there were little sparks of light at the back of her gray-blue eyes. She rose stiffly from the ground with Esther's assistance and stood leaning on her arm, while both girls, without trying to hide their astonishment, surveyed a middle-aged, shabbily dressed German with his violin case under one arm and his violin under the other. I have been visiting the orphan asylum in this neighborhood where I have friends, he explained. I am in Woodford, only a few days now, and after supper, when the storm is over, I start back to town. Then I thought I heard someone singing a calling, perhaps it is you. He looked only at Betty, since in the semi-darkness with the fire as a background, it was difficult to distinguish but one object at a time and that only by concentrated attention. But as she shook her head, he turned toward Esther. When I hear the singing, I play my violin, thinking if someone was lost in these hills, I may find them. But Esther was not thinking of her discoverer only of what he had said. Do you mean we are really not far from the country orphan asylum? She asked incredulously, and actually I have gotten lost in a neighborhood where I have spent most of my life. It is the snow that has made things seem so strange and different. Turning to Betty, she forgot for a moment the presence of the stranger.  I don't believe we are more than two miles from sunrise camp. However, Betty was by this time attempting to make their situation clearer to the newcomer. She pointed toward their sleigh at the bottom of the gully and their pony under the tree and told him of campfires and grocery supplies to be carried to sunrise cabin until, out of the chaos, these facts at least became clear to his mind. The girls had lost their way in the storm and because of Betty's injured ankle and the broken vehicle they had been unable to make their way home. At about the same hour of this same evening two other young women were walking slowly up and down in front of a long house in a clearing near the base of a hill with their arms intertwined about each other's shoulder. Outside the closed front door of the house a lighted lantern swung from the inside other lights shone through the windows while every now and then a face appeared and a finger beckoned toward the cinnamon rolls outside. Nevertheless, they continued their unbroken marching only stopping now and then to stare out across the snow-covered landscape. They simply have not tried to attempt it, Polly.  You can't know the princess as well as I do, Rose, or you would never believe she would give up having her own way. She went into town with the rest of us, thought it unwise, and she will come back. Frozen, starved, goodness only knows what. Still come back, she will. Poor Esther is but wax in her hands. I wonder if anything happens to break the princess' will, whatever will become of her. The other girl sighed, and her friend gazed at her sympathetically, but a little curiously. Betty will bear disappointment just as the rest of the world does, she answered, filling her life with what she can have. But I do wish she and Esther would come back to camp now, or at least send us some word. The storm has been over for several hours, and none of us will be able to sleep tonight on account of the uncertainty. With one of her characteristic movements, Polly O'Neill now moved swiftly away from the speaker. I am going to ring our emergency bell if you are willing, Rose, she announced. Oh, I know we campfire girls hate to appeal to outsiders for aid. But it's got to be done for once, for I simply can't stand this suspense about Betty and Esther any longer. Then, without waiting for an answer, she ran toward the backyard of the cabin, and an instant later, the loud clanging of a bell startled the peace and quiet of the country night. But only for a moment, because before the second pull at the bell rope, Polly felt her arm being held fast. Don't bring again Polly, or at least not yet, her companion insisted. For I am almost sure I can see a dark object coming this way along our road, and there's a chance of its being Betty and Esther. Ten minutes later, the front door of the sunrise cabin was suddenly burst open, and out into the snow piled half a dozen other girls in as many varieties of heavy-blanket rappers. The music of Firestar's sleigh bells had reached their ears several moments before the arrival of the Wayfarers. However, very soon afterwards, following a suggestion of Silvio Hortnes, Betty Ashton was born into the cabin, four of the girls carrying her on a light canvas cot. This they sat down before their big fire blowing in the center of the living room of the sunrise cabin. Sunrise cabin, which had not existed even in the dreams of the sunrise campfire girls until one afternoon in September, not four months ago. Esther, with Molly O'Neill's arm about her, walked into the cabin on foot, since she was only stiff with fatigue and cold. However, on throwing herself back in a big arm chair and allowing her shoes to be changed by Molly for slippers, she seemed more affected by their adventure than Betty. For Betty, in princess fashion, with Polly, Sylvia, and Nan, and the girl whom Polly had called Rose, all kneeling devotedly at her feet was talking cheerfully. He was just the most impossible, ridiculous-looking person you ever could imagine, with red hair and glasses and dreadfully shabby clothes, the kind of a man in a German band to whom you would throw pennies out the window. But he declared that he had once lived here in Whitford for a short time years ago and had come back on some business or other. Oh, Esther, don't look at me so disapprovingly. I am saying nothing against him, really. I am sure it was I who invited him to come out to our cabin and play for us girls. He looked so poor, I thought I might be able to pay him then, and I couldn't quite offer him anything for helping Esther mend the sleigh and then seeing us part of the way home. Home? Oh, isn't our beloved Sunrise cabin the most delightful and original home in a group of campfire girls ever possessed? And Betty's eyes clouded with tears, partly from pain and weariness, but more from joy at her return, as she looked from the faces gathered about hers in the neighborhood of the Great Fireplace and then saw all their glances following hers with equal ardor throughout the length of their great living room. For, if ever, Betty Aston had proved her right to her friend Polly's definition of her as a fairy princess that was when, through her desire and largely through her money, Sunrise cabin rose on the very ground covered by the white tents of the Sunrise campfire girls only the summer before. The cabin was built of pine logs from the woods at the foot of Sunrise Hill, and the entire front of 45 feet formed a single great room. The end, nearer to the kitchen, the girls used as their dining room, while the rest of the room was music room, study, reception, and every other kind of a room. And except for the piano, which Betty had brought from her own blue room at home, and a few chairs, every other article of furniture, and almost every ornament had been made by the Sunrise campfire girls themselves. On either side of the high mantle, there were low bookshelves and a music rack stood by the piano filled with the songs of the campfire. Polly, Nan, and Sylvia had manufactured the dining room table which was considered an extraordinary achievement through the design, although the design was really very simple. Four wide pine boards, about ten feet in length, formed the top and the legs were of heavy beams crossed under it at the center and at either end. The furniture of the living room was stained a flimish brown to match the walls and floor, done in the same color. On the floor were ragged rugs of almost oriental beauty made by the girls and dyed into seven craft colors. On the walls hung pieces of homemade tapestry, leather skins embossed with campfire emblems, and flowers so pressed and mounted as to give the effect of nature. Then, on the mantlepiece, were two hammered brass candlesticks and a great brass bowl filled with holly and cedar from the surrounding wood. On odd tables and shelves were Indian baskets woven by the girls and used for every convenient purpose from holding stockings, waiting to be darned to treasuring the Sunrise Camp record book, which now had twenty-five written and illustrated pages setting forth the history of Sunrise Camp since its infancy. But Eleanor Mead had given the living room its really unique distinction. Having once read a description of a famous Indian snow tepee, she had painted on the ceiling toward the northern end of the room seven stars which were to represent the north from whence the winter blizzards blew and on the southern side a red disc for the sun. The artist had pleaded long to be permitted to make the rest of the ceiling a bright blue with outlines of rolling prairie on the walls beneath, but this was greater realism in Indian ideals of art than the other girls were able to endure. Notwithstanding so much artistic decoration, science also had her place in the Sunrise cabin living room, for Sylvia Wharton had established a cupboard in an inconspicuous corner where she kept a collection of first aid supplies, gauze for bandaging, medicated cotton, peroxide, lime water, and sweet oil, arnica and half a dozen or more simple remedies useful in emergencies. True to her surprising announcement at the close of their summer camp, Sylvia, without wasting time and in her own quiet and apparently dull fashion, had already set about preparing herself for her future work as a trained nurse by persuading her father to let her have first aid lessons from a young doctor in Woodford.  Nevertheless, her work must have been successful, because in less than an hour after their return, Betty, Esther, and all the other girls were in dreamland in the two bedrooms which, besides the kitchen, completed Sunrise cabin. So soundly were they sleeping that it was only Polly O'Neill who was suddenly aroused by an unexpected knocking at their front door. There was nearly midnight and Polly shivered not so much with fear as with apprehension. What could have happened to bring a human being to their cabin at such an hour? Instantly she thought of her mother, still in Ireland, of Mr. and Mrs. Ashton traveling in Europe for Mr. Ashton's health. Slipping on her dressing gown, Polly touched the figure in the bed near hers. Rose. She whispered so quietly as not to disturb anyone else. There is someone knocking. I am going to the door. So be awake if anything happens. Then, without delaying, she slipped into the next room, crossing the floor in her slippers. Polly made no noise, and picking up the lantern which was always kept burning at night in the cabin. Without any warning of her approach, she suddenly pulled over the door. The figure waiting outside started. I knew he began breathlessly, and then stopped because Polly O'Neill's cheeks had turned as crimson as her dressing gown, and her Irish blue eyes were sending forth electric sparks of anger. Billy Webster, she gasped. I didn't dream that anything in the world could have made you do so ungenuinely a thing as to disturb us in this fashion at such an hour of the night. Of course, I have never liked you very much, or thought you had really good manners. But I didn't believe. Stop, will you, and let me explain the young man returned, now fully as angry as Polly, and then a voice to justify her final accusations. Then he turned courteously toward the young woman who had entered the room soon after Polly. I terribly sorry, Miss Dyer, he continued.  It rang only once, so I waited for a little while, expecting to hear it again, and then I was rather a long time in getting to you through the woods on account of the heavy snow.  But Rose Dyer, who was a good deal older than Polly, put out both hands and drew the young man, rather against his will, into the living room. Please come in and get warm and dry. You know our campfire is never allowed to go out. Please do not apologize for your kindness in coming to our aid. She lighted the candles, giving Polly a chance to make her own confession. Though looking only a girl herself, she was in reality the new guardian of the sunrise campfire girls. Polly, however, did not seem to be enthusiastic over her opportunity to announce that she had been responsible for the alarm bell, which had brought their visitor forth on such an arduous tram. Billy Webster was, of course, their nearest neighbor, as his father owned most of the land in their vicinity. Still, the farmhouse itself was a considerable distance away, and to make matters worse, the young man was too deeply offended by Polly's reception of him to give even a glance in her direction. Polly coughed several times and then opened her mouth to speak. But Billy was staring into the fire, poking at the logs with his wet boot. Rose had disappeared toward the kitchen to get their visitor something to eat as a small expression of their gratitude. Unexpectedly, the young man felt someone pulling at the back of his coat, and turning found himself again facing Polly, whose cheeks were quite as red as they had been at the time of his arrival, but whose eyes were shining until their color seemed to change as frequently as a wind-swept sky. Mr. William Daniel Webster, she began in a small crushed voice. There are certain persons in this world who seem preordained to put me always in the wrong. You're one of them. I rang that bell because I thought my beloved Betty and Esther were lost in the storm, but they weren't, and then I forgot all about having rung it. So now I am overcome with embarrassment and shame and regret, and any other humiliating emotion you would like to have me feel. But really, Billy, and here Polly extended her thin hand, which always had a curious warmth and intensity in keeping with her temperament. Can't you see how hard it is to like a person who is always making one eat humble pie? Billy cooked the preferred hand and shook it with a forgiving strength that made the girl wince, though nothing in her manner be graded. Oh, cut that out, Miss Polly O'Neill. He commanded in the confused manner that Polly's teasing usually induced in him. It's a whole lot rottener to be apologized to than it is to have to apologize, and it is utterly unnecessary this evening because, though, of course, I didn't know you had rung the alarm bell, I did know that there was trouble as sunrise cabin you were sure to be in it. And as Polly accepted this assertion with entire amiability, ten minutes afterward, she and their chaperone were both offering their visitor hot chocolate and biscuits to fortify him for the journey home. In order to make him feel entirely comfortable, Polly also devoured an equal amount of the refreshments, not because she was given to self-sacrifice, but because uneasiness about her friends had made her forget to eat her supper. And of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 of the Campfire Girls Amid the Snows. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org recording by Shasta, Oakland, California. The Campfire Girls Amid the Snows by Margaret VanderCoek, Chapter 3. A Rose of the World. However much of a fairy princess Betty Ashton's friends may have considered her, sunrise cabin had not arisen like Aladdin's wonderful palace in a single night, although six months would seem a short enough time in which to see one's dreams come true, particularly a dream which in the beginning had appeared to have no chance of ever becoming a reality. For in the first place, the Lady of the Hills, Miss McBurtry, on that very afternoon when coming across the fields to the campfire, she had there been told of the plan for keeping the sunrise campfire club together for the winter had not approved the idea. The country would certainly be too cold and too lonely for the girls, and the getting back and forth from the cabin to school too difficult. Fathers and mothers could never be persuaded to approve, and moreover, there would be no guardian since Miss McBurtry would not attend to her work at the high school and also look after a permanent winter campfire. In a measure of course, even the greatest enthusiasts for the new idea had known that there might be just the same difficulties to be overcome, yet in conference they had decided to meet the obstacles one by one and in turn by following the old axiom of not climbing fences before coming to them. So, as the money for building the cabin was a first necessity, Betty Ashton had written at once to her brother Dick. Sylvia Wharton had seen her father, who had in September returned to Woodford and Polly and Molly had sent off appealing letters to Ireland asking for their mother's approval and whatever small sum of money they might be allowed to contribute. Indeed, each Sunrise Camp girl had met the demands of the situation in the best way she knew how. But really, although help and interest developed in various directions, once the business of building the cabin had been fairly started, it was from Richard Ashton that the first real aid and encouragement came. For Dick was the student in the modern school of medical science which believes in fresh air, exercise and congenial work as a cure for most ills instead of the old-time methods of pills and poultices and having seen the benefit of a summer camp upon twelve girls, he had faith enough for the winter experiment. Besides, this plan had appeared to him as a solution for certain personal problems which had been worrying him for a number of weeks. His father and mother were not returning to America this fall as they had expected since Mr. Ashton's health required a milder climate than New Hampshire. It had seemed almost impossible for Dick to give up the graduating year of his study of medicine in Dartmouth in order to come home to Woodford to look after his sister and her friend Esther Clark who, rather, through force of circumstances, appeared now to be Betty's permanent companion. So, an offering from Dick Ashton with Betty, fifty dollars, which had been returned to her by Polly O'Neill, had actually laid the foundation of Sunrise Cabin although every single member of the club gave something big or little so that the house might belong alike to them all. As Esther and Nan Graham had no money of their own and Edith Norton very little and no parents able to help, the three girls added their portions by doing work for their friends in the village which they had learned in their summer campfire. At last they were able to stock the new kitchen with almost a complete set of new kitchen utensils, the summer ones having suffered from continuous outdoor use. Of course, all the summer club members could not share the winter housekeeping scheme but that did not affect their interest nor desire to help. Meg and little brother, to everyone's despair, had to return home since with John leaving for college that same fall. Their professor father could not live or keep house without them but then they were to be allowed to come out to the cabin each Friday for weekends and Edith Norton, whose work in the millinery store made living in town imperative was to take her Sunday rests in camp. Of the summer sunrise campfire girls, only Julia and Beatrice Field had really to say serious farewells when returning to their school in Philadelphia but they departed with at least the consoling thought that they were to come back to the cabin for their Christmas holidays. So that there remained only seven of the original girls pledged to give this experiment of winter housekeeping as a campfire club a real test and as they worked pleaded and waited one by one each difficulty had been overcome until now there remained but one. The necessity for finding a new guardian able to give all of her time to living at sunrise cabin and to working with the girls. One evening toward the early part of November after the cabin had been completed Betty Ashton had called a meeting at her home for the final discussion of this serious problem as there were no outsiders present before mentioning the subject the girls had arranged themselves in their accustomed campfire attitudes in a kind of semicircle around the great drawing room fire in order to talk more freely. For the past week each girl had been asked to search diligently for a suitable guardian yet when Betty looked hopefully about at the faces of her friends without speaking she sighed shading her grey eyes with her hands only by an effort of will that she keep her tears from falling not a line of success showed in a single countenance Molly O'Neill understanding equally well made no such effort at self-control placing her head on her sister's shoulder she frankly gave way to tears while Polly stared moodily into the fire with Sylvia Wharton's square hand clutching hers despairingly Esther and Eleanor frowned Nan Graham who had more at stake than the other girls who were not trusting herself jumped up and running across to a far corner of the big room flung herself face downward on a sofa so there was an most unusual silence in the sunrise campfire circle and yet when a light knock sounded on the door no one said come in an instant later however the knock was repeated but this time not waiting for an answer the door opened and a figure walked slowly toward the center of the floor it was a lovely figure nevertheless there was scarcely a person in Woodford whom the girls at that moment desired less to see certainly there was no one who had been more bitterly opposed to the whole campfire idea and particularly to Betty Ashton's having a part in it I don't know whether you allow an outsider to come into one of your meetings the intruder began dropping into a nearby chair from her place on the sofa Nan Graham lifted her head the only alone of the little company did not know their visitor's name she saw a young woman of about 26 or 7 with light golden brown hair and eyes with the same yellow lights in them dressed in a lovely crepe evening gown with a bunch of roses at her belt and a scarf thrown over her shoulders Nan's eyes glowed with a momentary forgetfulness having long cherished just such an ideal and never before seen it realized but Betty only shook her head answering with little enthusiasm oh it doesn't matter this evening Rose you may stay if you like though we don't generally have strangers at our meetings and then though she usually had good manners Betty fell to studying the dancing lights in the fire without making any further effort at conversation she had no desire to be rude but it was trying to have Rose Dyer her mother's intimate friend the one older girl held up as a model for her to follow who had done her best to prejudice Mrs. Ashton against the campfire plan the summer before coming into their midst at an hour when their very existence as a club seemed to be in peril for a few moments Miss Dyer waited without trying to speak again although Polly and Esther were both endeavoring to make themselves agreeable the atmosphere of the drawing room continued distinctly unfriendly I am afraid I am in the way although you were kind enough not to say so Rose suggested finding it difficult to explain what had inspired her visit with so many faces turned away from hers I think I had best go I only came to ask you a great favor and now she was getting up quietly when Betty with a sudden realization of her duties as a hostess made a little rush toward her and taking both the older girls hands drew her into the center of the circle please forgive our bad manners and do stay Rose she pleaded we really have no business to attend to tonight and perhaps company may cheer us up but although Rose without the least regard for her lovely gown had immediately dropped down on the floor in regular campfire fashion apparently she had not heard what Betty had suggested for straight away her expression became quite as serious as anyone else's you may not care for what I am going to say and you must promise to be truthful if you don't Rose began as timidly as though she were not ten years older than any other girl in the room but I have been hearing for the past two months that you were looking for a campfire guardian to spend the winter with you and I had been wondering here pulling the flowers from her belt she let her gaze rest upon them I have been wondering if you would care to have me the silence was then more conspicuous than before and Rose flushed hotly I am sure you are very kind Polly began in a perfectly unfamiliar tone of voice and manner since she too had known Rose all her life we appreciate your kindness very much Eleanor added fearing that Polly was about to break down but Betty Ashton dropped her chin into her hands in her familiar fashion and stared directly at their visitor my dear Rose whatever has happened to you she demanded why it's too absurd you know you don't care for anything but parties and dancing and having a good time you simply haven't any idea of what it means to be a campfire guardian why it is difficult enough when you have only to preside at weakly campfire meetings and to watch over the girls in between but when it comes to living with us and teaching us as Miss McMurtry did last summer Betty bit her lips she did not wish to be discourteous and yet the vision of the fashionably dressed girl before her fulfilling the requirements of their life together in the woods was too much for her sense of humor then suddenly to Betty's embarrassment and the surprise of everyone else Miss Dyer's eyes filled with tears please don't Betty she said a little huskily you know dear one can get rather tired of hearing once itself described as an absolute good for nothing oh I know I was opposed to your campfire club last summer but I have watched you more carefully than you dream and have entirely changed my mind I am not asking you to let me come into your club to help you I am afraid I am selfish I can't explain to you now but I want to help myself of course I am not wise enough to be your guardian but I have been talking to Miss McMurtry and she has promised to help me and it is only because you don't seem able to find anyone else that I dare offer myself at this moment Nan Graham whom Rose had not seen before tumbled unexpectedly off her sofa it was because of her eagerness to reach the other girls they had a quick signal from one to the other had arisen and now forming a circle danced slowly about their new guardian chanting the sacred law of the campfire End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 of the Campfire Girls Amid the Snows This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Shasta Oakland, California The Campfire Girls Amid the Snows by Margaret VanderKulk Chapter 4 The Recent Oh It Rose that he asked and called at about ten o'clock the next morning that he was sitting alone before the living room fire the other girls having gone into town to school several hours before books and papers and writing materials were piled out of table before her and evidently she had been working on some abstruse problem in mathematics for several sheets of legal cap paper were covered with figures Rose she called again and so plaintively this second time that the new guardian of the Sunrise Campfire Girls hurried in from the kitchen a gingham apron covered her from head to foot which mixing spoon was in one hand and a becoming splash of flour on one cheek What is it dear? She inquired anxiously Does your foot hurt worse than it did? I ought to have come in to you right away but Mammy and I have been making enough loaves of bread to feed a regimen turning some odds and ends of the dough into campfire emblems to have for tea rings and bracelets and crossed logs I am afraid I am still dreadfully frivolous and Rose flushed for in spite of Betty's own problem she was smiling at her this the Rose who had come to her first campfire council only a month before in a Paris frock probably never having cooked a meal for anyone in her life however Betty answered loyally you are quite wonderful Rose and only the other day Donna said you were giving to our campfire life but with all her knowledge she had somehow failed to give it a real intimate family feeling I suppose I oughtn't to have interrupted you No, it isn't my foot it is only that I have gotten myself into a new difficulty and I want to ask you what you think I had best do and with a worried frown Betty again studied the closely written figures to have represented some still unsolved problem for she continued staring at them turning the sheets over and over finally before speaking she drew an open letter from her pocket carefully re-reading several lines I suppose it isn't worthwhile my mentioning Rose that none of us do anything at present but think, dream, and plan for our campfire Christmas entertainment she said with a half sigh and smile and you know packages have been coming to me until the attic is most full of them I have just been charging things as I bought them and until today I haven't paid much attention to what they cost but just today I received such a strange letter from mother she writes that father is a little better and I am not to worry as she hopes we may have a happy Christmas however she can't send me any more money for the holidays beyond my usual allowance father has had some business losses lately I am not being able to look after things himself they are not going quite right isn't it odd for you see I have already explained to her that we were going to have unusually heavy expenses this Christmas and please to let me have money instead of a present yet she says she can't send me anything poor mother apologizes humbly instead of telling me that I am an extravagant wretch but just the same it is the first time in my life I haven't had all the money I needed to spend at Christmas and now I don't see how I am ever going to pay for all the things I have bought I don't think I have any right to be a campfire girl I am in debt and I am miles instead of answering immediately Rose turned away her face to conceal a look of concern at Betty's news which she did not wish the young girl to see other persons in Woodford were beginning to speculate upon a possible change in the Ashton fortune certain enterprises in which Mr. Ashton had been concerned had been known to fail but then no one understood to what extent he had been interested can't you give up some of the things dear Rose suggested gently knowing that Betty had never been called upon to do any such thing before in her life but to her surprise I now saw that her companion's expression had entirely changed what a goose I am Betty laughed cheerfully of course I can write to old Dick for the money I don't usually like to ask him for he is such a conscientious person so unlike reckless me and will probably scold but then he will give me the money just the same I wonder if anything ever happened to make Dick more serious than other young men he isn't a bit like Frank Wharton or other wealthy fellows who do nothing but spend money and have a good time he seems just devoted to studying medicine and sometimes he has said such strange things to mother as though there might be some special reason why he wanted so much to help people and feeling that her own dilemma was now comfortably settled Betty fell to puzzling over the older problem which she had always kept more or less at the back of her mind but curiously enough Rose Dyer shook her head discouragingly I wouldn't try that method of getting the money Betty if I were you she replied thoughtfully I suppose it hasn't occurred to you that if your mother and father are not able to give you extra money and you know Dick always makes them put you first why he is probably not having any extra money either and since his whole heart is set on going to Germany next year to continue his work why he is probably saving all that he can now so as not to be an additional expense Rose was several years older than Dick but they had known one another ever since she came as a young girl to New Hampshire from her home in Georgia bringing her colored mammy with her for Rose's parents had died and she had lived with an old uncle until a few years before when he had gone leaving her his heiress now Rose's pretty home in Woodford was closed for the winter and her chaperone living in Florida while she spent her time trying to learn to be a worthy guardian for the campfire girls perhaps you really had heard more of Dick Ashton's early life than his sister Betty and had a special reason for her interest in him however she said nothing of it I wonder if I couldn't lend you the money I am not rich as you are but perhaps I have and here Betty shook her head decisively I couldn't borrow the money of anybody one way of owing it would be as bad as another I simply have got to find a way she stopped suddenly because the sound of someone driving up to the cabin surprised her and then to her great surprise her guardian after a hurried glance out of the window dropped her mixing spoon with a clatter and positively ran out of the room Betty stared she could only see rather a shabby old-fashioned buggy standing near the totem pole in front of their cabin and a young man pitching his horse to it almost forgetting her bandaged ankle the girl hobbled over to the door but when she had opened it gave an involuntary cry of pain and the next instant found herself being lifted and carried back to her chair you must not try to walk until you are sure things are all right with you a strange voice said severely then in answer to Betty's look of amazement he took off his hat and bowed gravely she found herself staring at a tall slender man of about 30 in carefully brushed clothes which nevertheless had an old-fashioned country appearance and with a face at once so handsome and so stern that he looked as if he might have stepped out of an old frame which had held the portrait of one of the early Puritan fathers I am the doctor Sylvia Orton is studying with, Miss Ashton he explained, you don't know me but I know very well who you are I have only been living in this part of the country for the past two years trying to build up a practice among the farming people so that when Sylvia stopped by and asked me to come and see you I telephoned at once to your physician in town but finding him out I thought it might be best the young man hesitated and flushed he was morbidly sensitive and conscientious and knowing Mr. Ashton's prominence would not for the world have made an effort to gain Betty as a patient however Betty was by this time suffering so much that she gave a little cry of relief Sylvia has much more sense than any of us she returned gratefully I assured everybody I wasn't suffering in the least this morning and now well I suppose I shouldn't have walked over to the door the young doctor had melt on the floor and was gently removing the bandage from the swollen ankle Sylvia has done very well he declared the first aid idea is one of the best things I know about you campfire girls and Sylvia is trying to make me a convert but surely you are not here alone Miss Dyer is your chaperone or guardian I am not entirely sure what you call her why yes Rose is here I can't understand why she does not come in Betty returned feeling rather aggrieved and surprised at Rose's neglect of her but at this instant hearing the bedroom door open both the girl and the young man turned and Betty just managed to control a quick exclamation for to her amazement for the first time since coming to the cabin Rose had discarded her campfire costume and was again fashionably dressed in a soft ground silk entirely inappropriate to her work and to the cabin if Betty had thought young Dr Barton's face stern at first seeing him it was as nothing to his expression now he bowed formally but as his manner showed he had known Rose before Betty closed her eyes the pain in her foot was increasing each instant now that Sylvia's dressing had been removed when she opened them again she found Rose nailing on the floor by Dr Barton entirely forgetful of her gown and listening quietly to his curt orders then during the next 15 minutes Rose Dyer had her first experience as a trained nurse wondering all the time she was at work how she could possibly be so stupid and so awkward for she splashed hot water on her gown and hand tripped over her long skirt and was so nervous when Betty showed any sign of pain that the tears wounded her brown eyes and her hands trembled she might have broken down except that Dr Barton so plainly expected her to do what she was told and because of a wrathful figure that stood immovable in the doorway it was Mammy dressed in a stiff purple calico gown with a white handkerchief tied about her head Mammy was past 70 and no longer able to do much work but she had never left her little Rose in the 27th year of her life and never would so long as she lived not able to help a great deal she was still able to give the Sunrise Camp Fire Club a great deal of advice and then she was also a kind of additional guardian since Rose could not have been left alone at the cabin all morning with the girls in town at school I ain't never had much use for Yankee gentlemen she mumbled to herself plainly expecting a little audience to hear where I come from the gentleman was always waiting on the ladies not asking them to tote and fetch same as if they was poo white trash End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 of the Camp Fire Girls Amid the Snows This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Linda Mary Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. The Camp Fire Girls Amid the Snows by Margaret Vander Cook Chapter 5 Molly's Suggestion The trouble with Betty Ashton's foot was only a sprained ankle but it kept her confined for several days and gave her plenty of time for reflection She must, of course, pay her debts for she could not make up her mind to send back the things she had ordered self-denial and Betty had very slight acquaintance with one another and besides the disappointment would not be hers alone but all of the sunrise Camp Fire Girls For the truth is that Betty and Pauly together had written a Camp Fire play setting forth some of the ideals of their organization and they wished to give the entertainment during Christmas week in the most beautiful possible fashion Of course in the beginning they had assured Miss McMurty who was still a kind of advisory guardian and Miss Dyer that everything would be very simple and inexpensive but naturally their ambitions grew with each passing day and with scenery and costumes to be bought besides the gifts and decorations for the Camp Fire Tree Betty found herself very much involved As usual she was bearing the greater share of the expenses Again though no one outside the Camp Fire Club except Dick Hashten knew of it Betty had been giving a part of her allowance each week so that Esther Clark might have singing lessons with the best possible teacher in Woodford Not that the relation between Betty and Esther had seriously changed the older girl still felt toward Betty the same adoring and self-sacrificing devotion still considered her the most beautiful and charming person in the world and that her careless generosity lifted her above everyone else While though to do Betty Hashten credit she was entirely unconscious of it her attitude toward Esther was just the least little bit condescending Esther was so plain and awkward and particularly she lacked the birth and breeding Betty considered so essential but then she was fond of her and did want Esther to have her chance This chance she felt must lie in the cultivation of her beautiful voice So that when Betty unable to make up her mind and had best be done determined to consult with the girls it was to her old friends Molly and Polly O'Neill that she turned rather than to Esther She had been unusually quiet one evening although insisting that her ankle was entirely well Suddenly however she pled fatigue and with a little gesture which both girls understood as a signal asked that Molly and Polly come and help her get ready for bed When Betty was finally undressed she sat bolt upright in her cot with her cheeks flushed and her grey eyes shining So unusually pretty did she appear that Polly who never ceased to admire her even when she happened to be angry set a silver paper crown upon her head The crown was a part of their Christmas stage property and not intended for Betty but now Polly stood a few feet away and clasped her hands together from sheer admiration While Molly who was usually demonstrative leaned over and kissed her friend's cheek before settling herself at the foot of the bed You certainly are lovely princess and so is Molly for that matter Polly exclaimed generously seating herself opposite her sister Betty happened to be wearing a heavy blue silk dressing jacket over her gown and her auburn hair hung in two heavy braids one over each shoulder her forehead was low and she had delicate level brows but just now Betty flushed garlic and frowned for whatever her other faults she was not vain Please don't call me princess Polly dear She urged taking off her paper crown and surveying it rather roofily because I am in truth only a paper princess tonight You have told me a hundred times Polly, child that you thought I ought to know the sensation of being poor like other people that I need it for my education Well, I do at last for I have bought a lot of things for Christmas that I can't pay for as mother writes she can't let me have any extra money Betty's expression however was not half so serious as that of her two friends as she made this confession for the girls had also heard the rumor which had troubled Rose Dyer in regard to Mr. Ashton's possible change of fortune but knew that Betty did not in the least understand the gravity of her mother's refusal Polly positively shivered Betty poor it was impossible to imagine yet what after all did the supposed loss of a few thousand dollars mean to a man of Mr. Ashton's wealth Polly patted Betty's hand sympathetically that is the most horrible thing in the world isn't it I haven't forgotten how I felt when I was in your debt last summer Betty and took such a horrid way to get out of it Maybe you had better send back what you have bought suggested the more practical Molly making the same suggestion as their guardian but at this Betty and Polly glanced at one another despairingly give up making their campfire play a success for this is what it would mean should Betty have to send back her purchases How much do you owe dear Polly next inquired in a crushed voice and at this Betty drew the same sheets of complex figures out from under her pillow it is a hundred and fifty dollars I can't make it any less she confessed that sounds pretty dreadful doesn't it when you have not a single cent to pay with though I never thought one hundred and fifty dollars so very much before of course I could save something of my allowance every month but not very much and father would not like me to ask people to wait can't you give up something besides the Christmas present from your mother which you were not going to have Molly inquired so seriously and with such a horrified expression over the amount of our friends indebtedness and such an entire disregard for the irishness of her speech that both the other girls laughed in spite of their worry Molly's pretty face showed no answering smiles in return nor did she take the least interest in the reason for their laughter for it was not her way to be interrupted by their perfectly idle argument but haven't you Betty she repeated and Betty leaned her chin on her hands I have my piano she replied slowly but I can't sell that because then Esther would have no chance to practice and we could never have enjoy or campfire songs without both the other girls shook their heads giving up the piano was out of the question for a moment longer there was silence and then Betty's cheeks flushed again I have got some things I suppose I can part with though I rather hate to she confessed I don't know whether mother and father would like it but then they would not like me being in debt in a safety house in the bank in town I have some jewelry I never wear because mother thinks it too handsome for a girl of my age father and dick have given it to me at different times I suppose somebody would tell me how to dispose of at least a part of it and although both Polly and Molly at first suggested it was finally decided that Betty and Polly should drive into Woodford on the following Saturday morning without saying anything to anyone else and bring the safety box back with them then they could talk the matter over and find out what Betty could dispose of with the least regret her ankle was now well enough for her to make the trip in their slay without difficulty End of Chapter 5 Recording by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. Chapter 6 of The Campfire Girls Amid the Snows This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Elizabeth McKinley, Spokane, Washington The Campfire Girls Amid the Snows By Margaret Vander Cook A Black Sheep The one month in the winter camp had more change in Nan Graham than the entire preceding summer and the influence exerted by Rose Dyer in so short a time greater than all Miss McBurtry's conscientious efforts So does one character often affect another so by a strange law of nature do extremes meet Unconsciously Nan had always cherished just such an ideal as Rose represented This uncouth young girl untrained in even the simple things of life with her curious mixed parentage of an Italian peasant mother and a ne'er to do well father who nevertheless was of good old England stock wished to be like the lovely southern girl who had nearly every grace and charm and had had every possible social advantage yet in spite of the contrast Nan did wish to be like her and though even to herself there seemed little chance of her succeeding did try to mold herself after Rose's pattern The other girls quickly noted her attempts to soften her coarse voice to give up the use of ugly expressions that had to annoy them and even to wear her clothes and to fix her thick black hair in a soft coil at the back of her neck as her guardian did but fortunately they were kind enough not to laugh nor even to let Nan know that they were watching her The girl had a certain beauty of her own with her dark coloring and sometimes sullen sometimes eager face Her figure however was short and square Indeed she showed no trace of her new England blood and bore no resemblance to the graceful Rose However as the days went by Nan was growing to be more like the other campfire girls in her manner and behavior and was probably learning more than any one of them since she had fewer opportunities before This dire could hardly help suspecting Nan's devotion for although she was still faithfully to Pauly as her first friend in the club always she was at Rose's side ready to do anything she wished and always accepting her suggestions in the best spirit It was therefore the new campfire guardian who was responsible for Nan's not separating herself from her family as young girl would like to have done during this time of her effort of self-improvement For Rose knew that the whole effort of the campfire organization was to make the girls more useful to give better and happier service to the people they loved Therefore because of Rose's advice and after a long talk with her in which Nan explained the conditions of her own home it was decided that the young girl should spend every Saturday with her mother helping her with the work of the home and the care of the children and trying to make practical the lessons she was learning at the campfire These days at home were not easy ones and the girls were accustomed to seeing Nan come back at night tired and cross or at least dispirited Her mother had no interest in her efforts She was opposed to her oldest daughters living away from home if she were earning no money and had no desire to have her house disturbed by Nan's vigorous weekly efforts at cleaning Indeed except for Nan's father she would never have been permitted to live at the cabin where her share of the expenses were now being paid by Rose Dyer He, however, had a kind of sympathy with the girls' efforts and a slowly awakening sense that his daughter had the right to wish to be a lady though he might not actually help her at least no one should stand in her way So at his command Nan had been allowed this winter with the girls at the cabin and was also to do what she liked without interference when she returned home on Saturdays Personally he liked the smell of soap and water which her visits left about his shack and greatly enjoyed the homemade bread and the weekly pumpkin pie which was always cooked especially for him But Nan's most serious opposition came not from her idol but fairly good-natured mother but from her older brother Antonio For Anthony as he preferred to call having been given the Italian name he was less Italian than any other member of the family he was a striking American boy with hazel eyes and a fair skin and except for his curly dark hair and a certain unconscious grace not different in appearance from other American boys yet he shared the family weaknesses and had refused to go to school for the past two years Indeed he would not work at anything for a sufficiently long enough time to make a count so that probably because he was a boy and a fairly capable one he was ambitious his present reputation was now the worst in the family he appeared also to resent Nan's new friendships and new efforts with the greatest possible bitterness On the Saturday morning when Polly and Betty started driving toward town in their errand about a quarter of a mile from the cabin they came unexpectedly upon Nan she was trudging steadfastly along with the bundle of clothing and her children under her arm looking resolute and yet none too cheerful before catching up with her the two girls sighed and then smiled at one another they had wanted this drive together without anyone else and had waited until Saturday morning so that Betsy's pony, Firestar would be free for her use and they could have the small sleigh which had been well mended since the accident Firestar and a pony Olivia Wharton had made the trips back and forth to school each day and a return journey was too much for them except for some special emergency but the girls had particularly wanted to discuss certain features of their campfire play without interruption but now the sight of Nan's faithful figure awoke their sympathy for goodness sake squeeze into the middle along with us Nan, Betty invited how selfish you must have been me this morning when we were planning right before you to drive into town and never said a word about taking you as far as your home the fact is we both had something so important on our minds or at least the things seemed important to me so that really we forgot about you the girls then said nothing of their errand while they were driving along the road where the snow was now beaten down into a hard firm crust but when they had set Nan down Ram shackled Hutt at the edge of the village along served as her home Betty leaned out remarking confident financially I'm sorry we can't come back for you Nan but I am great to get my box of jewelry from the bank and take it to our cabin so that I feel we ought to get back as soon as we can there was no point in Betty's making this confession at this special time and Pauly disapproved of it they had taken no one into their confidence except Molly and of course their guardian however since Nan had been falsely suspected of stealing her money Betty had never failed of showing her face in her and Nan understood this as she stood for several moments watching the pony and sleigh out of sight and hearing Pauly was wearing a crimson felt hat with a small black quill in it and a long red coat and Betty a seal skin cap of her favorite blue velvet on one side and a fur coat Nan cannot help feeling the contrast between their lives and hers as she stepped later into their crowded and untidy kitchen nevertheless their friendship helped her to bear the fact that her brother Anthony whom she loved best in her family would not even speak to her indeed she thought of the campfire club sustained her through the long and especially trying day a slight flurry of snow fell during the morning so that the four younger children would not go out of doors but kept getting under Nan's feet while she tried to clean her mother's objected to each thing she did in Anthony loafing in a corner smoking cigarettes tried his best to make her lose her temper at lunch Mr. Graham who usually came home then and made things easier for Nan by the time the dishes were washed the girl had given up any attempt to do any further cleaning and turned to her usual Saturday baking this was usually more appreciated by her family because a possible failure if she were too much interrupted Mrs. Graham then removed the younger children to another room leaving Nan alone with her brother he did not torment her any further at first but seeing that he was very moody and out of sorts his sister turned to him what is it Tony she required good naturelly ignoring what had passed between them the boy shrugged his shoulders wasn't good enough to be elected a boy scout he sneered seems like the fellows around here say they didn't like my record wanted their camps kept up to the mark of course I don't care anything about joining but they might have given a fellow a chance give a man a black name I say Nan he broke off suddenly couldn't you lend me some money save five dollars or so Nan stared at him in surprise Anthony must know that she had a scent in the world to call her own and that she was having her expenses paid by Miss Dyer at the cabin of course she meant some day to repay Rose Betty and Polly for all they did and had done for her it might take a number of years couldn't you borrow the money from some of your rich friends he demanded irritated and ashamed at his sister's silence and then unexpectedly seeming to feel a better impulse he came closer to the table where Nan was now mixing her pie crust and watching her quietly for a few moments in a measure he realized his own right to be a gentleman and resented the fact that they were everywhere looking down upon Nan's efforts to better herself had to be made outside her own family there ain't no use you're trying to make something of yourself Nan he said more kindly than he had spoken before during the day this campfire business don't mean anything real these girls maybe are letting you live with them and treating you fairly well but once you're all grown up maybe they'll say how do you do to you on the street in your houses or be your friends I bet they didn't want you driving into town and being seen on the street with them today I was watching saw them set you down at your own door pretty prompt it wasn't because they were ashamed of me Nan defended promptly and yet although she knew that what she had said was true she could not help feeling both sore and ashamed for the other campfire girls tried to feel differently toward her when her own family would do nothing to make themselves respected and when she found it so hard to struggle with so much against her for an instant Nan felt as if she might have to give up but only for an instant for she raised her flushed face and her brother saw the tears standing in her large dark eyes the girls would have been perfectly willing to take me into the village she explained more quietly only they knew I had to work at home and they were going on an important errand to get some money or jewelry of Betty's from the bank before it closed they wanted to get back to the cabin before dark or else Betty said they would have stopped by and taken me home with them the moment after these words passed Nan's lips she regretted them not because she believed any possible harm could come of them but because she remembered that Betty and Polly had both told her no one else had been told of their intention and she did not wish to be the one to betray their confidence please don't tell anybody what I've just said she begged beseechingly but already her brother was lounging away as though he had grown tired of the confinement of the kitchen and apparently had not even heard her but when Nan repeated her request he returned oh certainly I won't tell Nan who on earth would I mention such a silly thing to anyway it seems to me you sunrise campfire girls think every little thing you do and say of importance to all the world and chapter 6 recording by Elizabeth McKinley


I know that some of you probably seen some hints in the press about a summit in Moscow just recently. I wanted to add, of course, an observation to the hearing. The channels of communication, I think, between our two governments, are wide open, and I think we can keep it that way and allow my replacement to build on the achievement so far. I think it's clear that Gorbachev really wants to restore the Soviet economy, and it's a terrific job that it's taken a long time to succeed at all, because he's got opposition there, very obviously so. He also appears to be interested in political reform, although it's a little harder to understand exactly what he has in mind with that. In any event, although we've seen progress, and yet at the same time I think we have to consider them an adversary because of their foreign policy and controlled society at home until there is no substantial evidence that we can look at the difference. We know the power of the word, and we know the importance of being able to speak directly to the Soviet people out there, government in between them, because I was pleased on my trip to convey the support of the American people directly to the dissidents and refused nicks and struggled in for their human rights, and also with the clergy with regard to freedom of religion and all, and with no objections. I don't think they stood up and cheered or clapped, but the government did it with their full knowledge that I was doing it. But now I'm out of town again heading out on Sunday, I believe, with the economics on it for a lot of our allies. That's the eighth and final one for me. I'm thinking back to that first one. I didn't realize how far we've come. I was elected in the promise of bringing about tax reform, the increase in Senate to save and invest and work, and to get the government out of the way so the free market could generate a growing and vibrant economy. And for the first couple of summits, I was just a new kid at school there. I didn't seem to give much weight to my declarations, but then very shortly, about the third one or so years already come, he began to expand. I walked in one day, and my counterparts were sitting there facing me, and they almost all together demanded in a single voice to explain the American miracle. So I took great, great pleasure in explaining that miracle to them and what we had to do. And it's caught on. All of them are now reducing their taxes, particularly after breakfast. And they're complaining to us about their interference with private enterprise. And the result of it has been that we've created almost two and a half times as many jobs as all of them have put together. But we expect to discuss the coordination of economic policy, agriculture, freedom of trade, and international debt around some of the other important economic issues. And I'm particularly pleased that Canada is the site for the summit since we've now embarked on that free trade area bill. I'm now going to ask Colin to say a few words in the Moscow summit and then Jim Baker will give us a preview of the Toronto summit. Thank you, Mr. President. We come away from Moscow believing that U.S.-Soviet relations are perhaps the best shape they've been. Good morning. Well, we don't have to wait for the press this morning. So we should go right away. I'm sure you're well aware of the Sandinista repression of the people of Nicaragua according to the information we're getting has intensified. And the talks between the freedom fighters and the Sandinistas haven't made any progress. And that's due to the Sandinistas. They want to talk in great detail about how the resistance lays down its arms, but they don't want to talk about running democracy or not. In fact, none of them carelessly made a statement a few many days ago of the fact that they were supportive of democratization. We're consulting the resistance leadership to get their assessment of the situation and their needs. And I've also asked Ambassador Max Campelman to discuss the matter that the heads of the four democracies in Central America testified at a leadership meeting with Colin Powell outlined three possible options for consideration. And they were to do nothing. Second would propose a military aid package now. And third would prepare a package but hold a transmitter to Congress while we work to build support for it. I know there's a number of other ideas, but a variety of opinions in this room. But we're interested in hearing what you think is the best course of action. So first I'm going to ask George Schultz for his comments. Mr. President, thank you. If you look at this, Matt Camp, you say that the United States will always seek peace. And you notice that the eagle is looking at the outbreak. But the eagle also holds in the airhouse to show that the United States understands that if you're going to be effective in seeking peace, you better have strength. Otherwise, nobody's going to pay any attention to you. President? Good to meet you, sir. Nice to see you. Well, thank you for bringing me into the Republican Party. That's when I really get active tonight. Thank you. I didn't switch myself. I took 62. Mr. President? Nice to meet you. I'm C.B.L.G. working with Chairman Illinois. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. That's home country. Right in front of another row. Alayna. Well, we're together. Bob Poliner with Chairman Kaye. Nice to see you. Thank you for eight splendid years. Thank you. President Stoney. Thank you. Good to see you. Good to see you. Good to see you. Good to see you. Good to see you. I'm Karen Stratton. Me. Good to see you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Well, good to give you my request. Thank you, Senator. Earl Baker, Pennsylvania. Thank you both for what you've done. Nice to see you, Congressman. Frank. Martin, Mr. President. Well, I think maybe we better get at it. Yeah. Your weather is as awesome as possible when you're at your house. Yeah. Beautiful. Yeah. You've got a great chance on that. Have a good night. Have a good night. Good morning, sir. How are you? Good morning, sir. How are you? Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. Well, listen, sir, so that we can get lunch underway here. My mom used to tell us we were a little bit of a good for your eyes. Yes. I was like, don't make it when they cook it. Well, if I get in a ruptured minute here, it's a great pleasure for you to be here. And I understand that they're not going to start serving lunch to us unless I say a few words. That's sort of like saying grace. Yes, I won't do that, but I think it every day. But it's wonderful to have you here, and I know that you all come from a section of the country that basically tries to claim itself as a solid Democrat. But I think we can reverse that. And there's just a couple of things that are haunting me and very much in my mind. One of them I think we've licked, and that is that I come from the home of the 11th Committee in California in 66 when I was running for government, which was when one of the campaign committee people out there coined the 11th Command that thou shalt not speak ill of another Republican, and I found that it works. And I think we've seen that happen now with our galaxy of candidates for the nomination coming forward and all together. But the other big thing is, darn it, we have the highest percentage of that youth group of 18 to 24 Republican, of any other age group. They also have the lowest percentage of voting. And I think one of our greatest problems is to get it out. When I look at the figures, we talk about our victories, and yet only about 53 or 54 percent of the people come out to vote. And down in El Salvador at their first election in 40 years, when they were being threatened with shooting by that guerrillas if they came out to vote, and 83 percent of them did vote in spite of the threats against their lives. So I think we've got to hammer that, and we've got to move strongly for the young people and face them with this. We know who they're for, but it doesn't count unless they're going to drop that thing in the box. And I think we've got a great opportunity in this election because I don't care what the other side is saying. Right now, well, I do care, but they're painting such a false picture. You'd think that we were in a depression or something to hear them, but the facts and the figures, and that's what we've got a campaign on. And I hope that we can make them available, Frank, to all of them here. But things, it's unbelievable. I never knew until I got in this job that the potential employment pool of America is supposed to be everybody, male and female, from 16 years of age and up. Now, that means you're including all the retired. That means you're including all the kids that are still in school getting an education. We have today the highest percentage of that potential pool employed than ever in our history. 62.6% of all the people in that age are employed.  But in these seven years, we're going to almost full eight now, we have created 2.3 times as many jobs as all of our trading partners put together, and they have 50% more people of working age than we do. And 16.8 million new jobs now. And contrary to what they'd like to point out, they aren't jobs just down there at the bottom of the scale. The great majority of those jobs have been in the upper income brackets. And I mean really up into that higher level. So we've got so many things to talk about, but I'm going to quit now so it's a certain lunch because I also want to hear from all of you about the situation. Mr. President, I might ask Frank Ferenkoff to lead off if you have any opening.