e?"

"You know."

"You mean Gladys?"

"Yes."

"She isn't a good sport, now," said Hinpoha, "but she may develop
into one before the summer is over. Let's hope so." Then she
added, "She surely has it in for you for some reason."

"I know it," said Sahwah, "and that's what gives me a pain. I
never touched her bed the night it fell down, but I might as well
have."

"But you did paint her face that night at Balsam Lake," said
Hinpoha, with a giggle at the remembrance.

"Yes, but I thought it was Migwan, and anyhow I apologized."

"Well," said Hinpoha with a burst of altruism, "it's this way.
Gladys is as shallow as a pie-tin and a big cry baby and all
that, but if she hadn't been like that her father wouldn't have
wanted her to be a Camp Fire Girl and we never would have come to
this camp. It's an ill wind, you know. Anyway, she's a
Winnebago now, and we have to make something out of her."

"You're so good-natured, 'Poha," said Sahwah. "I wish I could
like everybody the way you do."

Hinpoha opened her mouth to reply, but instead uttered a
prolonged "Ow-oo-oo-oo!" They were sitting on a log when the
above conversation took place, and Hinpoha had poked her hand
into the hollow end. Now she drew it out hastily and began to
dance around, shaking her hand violently.

"Oh, what is it?" cried Sahwah.

"Bees!" shrieked Hinpoha. "Run for your life!"

An angry buzz sounded from the log and the bees began crawling
out at the end. Hinpoha fled through the woods with Sahwah close
at her heels. By the time they reached camp Hinpoha's hand was
swelled all out of shape. It was all she could do to repress a
cry of pain. Nyoda rose quickly when she took in the situation.

"Get some moist clay at once," she commanded. "There is some in
the woods behind the shack."

Sahwah sped after the clay and returned with a large lump. "Now
you make mud pies until the inflammation is drawn out of your
hand," said Nyoda.

Hinpoha dutifully sat down beside Migwan and played in the clay.
After she had rolled it around in her hand awhile it became a
beautiful consistency for modeling, so she began making
statuettes of the different girls. She had a great deal of
aptness in modeling and managed to make her figures resemble
somewhat the girls they were supposed to represent. She became
so absorbed in her new occupation that she forgot the burning
pain in her hand, and gradually the swelling went down.

Sahwah came alon