The Camp Fire Girls' Larks and Pranks; Or, The House of the Open Door — Reading Notes

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Frey, Hildegard G., 1891-1957 Project Gutenberg 2012 Not confirmed
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction; Camp Fire Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Clubs -- Juvenile fiction; Teasing -- Juvenile fiction Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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Words 63,804
Reading time 278 min
Text sections 9

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In this 1917 Camp Fire Girls installment, the Winnebagos transform a barn into the House of the Open Door, where pranks and class tensions collide. Katherine's accidental poodle kidnapping and Veronica's disdain for her 'peasant' ways highlight contrasts between democratic camaraderie and Old World snobbery, all set against a backdrop of secret passwords and moonlit mischief.
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night,” she said, controlling her laughter with an effort, “and she telephoned Hinpoha while I was there to dinner that she was over at Mrs. Varden’s, the dressmaker’s, having a fit, and the Glow-worm was standing out in front of the house, so we should gather up the other girls and get into the car and wait for her to come out, to save her the time of going around after the girls, for her fit threatened to be a lengthy one. So Hinpoha started out after Medmangi and Nakwisi and I went back home after these apples, which I’d forgotten to take along to Hinpoha’s. When I got to the corner of the street along came Gladys in the Glow-worm and said she had an errand to do for her mother in a hurry and we had better come straight out here without her and she would come later. I hurried over to Mrs. Varden’s house to tell the girls, but when I got nearly there I saw a black car standing out in front and Hinpoha and Nakwisi and Medmangi sitting in it as cool as cucumbers, thinking they were in the Glow-worm. I recognized the car as belonging to that horribly bashful son of Mrs. Varden’s, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to let the girls sit in it until he came out. So I stole back up the street, keeping in the shadow of the trees so the girls wouldn’t see me, and came out here. Oh, won’t there be a situation though, when ‘Dolly’ Varden comes out and finds his nice bachelor car full of bold, bad girls!”

The picture was too much for Sahwah, and she rolled on the bed shrieking with laughter, in which Nyoda joined heartily. “I wonder how long it will be before they come,” said Sahwah, rising from the bed and wiping her eyes. “What shall we do to pass away the time?”

“If I were you,” advised Nyoda, “I would spend it searching a nice safe retreat to which you can fly when they come and find out you didn’t tell them.”

Hardly had she spoken the words when there floated up from below the familiar cry of the whippoorwill, followed successively by the long, eerie laugh of the loon, the blithe whistle of the quail and the song of the robin. “There they are!” exclaimed Sahwah in mock terror. “Where shall I hide? Oh, I have it, I’ll get inside of that pile of bearskins and listen while they tell their tale of woe to you and then I’ll hop out and laugh at them.” Quick as a flash she jumped into the bearskin bed and pulled the skins over her so that she was entirely concealed.

With a great deal of chattering and giggling the three arrivals were mounting the ladder. “Keep on going, Hinpoha!” exclaimed Nakwisi, “you’re stepping on my hand.”

“Keep on going yourself,” retorted Hinpoha, “you haven’t a pie in your hand.” Just at that moment her foot slipped and she clutched wildly at the ladder for support.

“There goes the pie!” shrieked someone, as it described a circle in the air and landed with a thud. Hinpoha wrung her hands in grief, for her mouth was already watering for that crisp pastry.

Medmangi walked over to view the remains. “It isn’t hurt a mite,” she said calmly, picking it up and dusting it off. “Fortunately it landed right side up in the tin.”

The novel opens with a secret meeting in a barn, where a password—'Kolah Olowan'—and bird-call signals establish the Winnebagos' club as a playful, ritual-bound society. The 'House of the Open Door' is both a literal barn loft and a symbol of inclusive fellowship, yet the text immediately introduces friction: Veronica, a newcomer, holds herself apart, judging the others by class rather than character. The author uses weather and setting to mirror mood—a 'big yellow hunter’s moon' grinning at earthly antics, or a January thaw that turns streets to slush, foreshadowing the messy entanglements to come.

A Barn Transformed into a Lodge

The Winnebagos' meeting place is a barn whose upper room is 'bright and cheerful' despite its dark exterior, with a wood fire and a buffalo robe painted by the girls. This contrast between outside and inside mirrors the group's dynamic: rough-hewn but warm. The password ritual—'Other Council Fires were here before'—ties them to a larger Camp Fire tradition, while the barn's transformation from storage space to lodge underscores their resourcefulness. The author lingers on sensory details: the 'rustling' leaves, the 'whippoorwill' call, the 'carol of the bluebird.' These sounds create a secret language that binds the girls, yet also excludes those who don't know the code—a subtle hint at the social barriers Veronica erects.

Katherine and Veronica: A Clash of Worlds

Katherine Adams is described as 'big, clumsy, awkward,' with a 'flyaway appearance' and an 'unmusical voice.' Veronica, by contrast, is dainty, artistic, and class-conscious, believing Katherine to be a 'peasant' and thus 'an inferior.' The text makes clear that Veronica 'failed to appreciate the wonderful magnetism of Katherine’s personality.' This tension erupts when Katherine accidentally lures Veronica's pedigreed poodle, Fifi, into the slush. The dog's 'pedigree was considerably longer than he was,' a wry detail that underscores the absurdity of class distinctions. Yet the narrative does not villainize Veronica; it notes she is 'gradually thawing,' even asking to learn 'slumgullion'—a humble camp dish. The conflict is less about malice than about incompatible values: democratic good nature versus inherited snobbery.

Pranks, Misunderstandings, and the 'Tempest in a Teapot'

The chapter titled 'A Tempest in a Teapot' signals that the girls' conflicts are small-scale but intense. Katherine's errand to fetch a banjo sets off a chain of mishaps: Fifi follows her, gets muddy, and the resulting uproar is described as a 'bomb' blowing up. The author uses domestic, almost trivial triggers—a sugar cookie, a muddy puddle—to escalate tensions. This pattern of minor incidents leading to major misunderstandings recurs throughout the excerpts. The girls' reactions are exaggerated but sincere: whispered conferences, delighted squeezes, and hurt feelings. The narrative voice remains light, even comic, but the underlying stakes are real: belonging, acceptance, and the effort required to bridge differences. The 'Open Door' ideal is tested not by external threats but by internal prejudices.

Readers will find that the novel's pleasures lie less in plot than in the precise observation of group dynamics. The Winnebagos' world is one where a muddy poodle can become a diplomatic incident, and where a girl's willingness to learn 'slumgullion' signals a shift in allegiance. Pay attention to the recurring motifs of doors, passwords, and thresholds—they mark not just physical spaces but the characters' willingness to let others in.

There’s something tender about the Winnebagos’ barn-door welcome, how a prank could still leave room for grace. It makes me think of Briarwood Girls — Inside the Classic, where the same quiet tug between belonging and being an outsider lingers. I suppose I’ve carried both houses with me, long after the last page turned.

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