The Camp Fire Girls in Glorious France — Margaret Vandercook

One afternoon in March, the windows of an old French farmhouse stood open, the curtains blowing in the breeze like white flags of truce, while from indoors came the murmur of a number of voices, girls' voices, gay and animated and speaking in English, not French. The next moment there was a brief silence; afterwards one of them began singing, with an odd foreign accent, a song strange to hear in this French countryside, the song of an American camp fire: “The fire of our camp is burning, Sing sweet, sing low, sing far, From the long, long trail returning Led by the evening star.