road several times, and spent a whole year in school
in France, while her father was there on business. She paints
china beautifully, sings well and does fancy dancing. In fact,
she dances so well that various people have tried to persuade her
father to allow her to take it up as a profession."

This last statement did not make such an impression on Sahwah as
Nyoda expected it would, for Gladys had boasted of her dancing to
the girls ever since she had come to camp, and had made fun of
the simple folk dances the girls did among themselves. Sahwah,
however, was still deeply ashamed of her performance of the
afternoon and eager to atone for it and regain her standing in
Nyoda's eyes, so she made up her mind that Gladys was a superior
being whose superiority would be unveiled by constant effort on
her part, and promised to devote her entire time to teaching her
the delights of camping.

Then hand in hand she and Nyoda returned to the tents.

CHAPTER VI.

THE RAIN BIRD SHAKES HIS WINGS.

True to her promise, Sahwah began the very next morning
"cultivating" Gladys. "Have you any middies you want washed?" she
asked, as she dumped her own into the kettle over the fire.

"Every one I own is soiled," replied Gladys.

"Bring them along, then," said Sahwah, "and we'll do them
together." Gladys brought her middies and Sahwah popped them
into the boiling soapsuds, stirring them around with a stick.
When they had boiled a few minutes she fished them out into a
pail and carried them down to the lake for rinsing, Gladys walked
along, but she did not offer to help carry the pail. Sahwah
rinsed the soapy pieces in the clear water and was spreading them
out on the rocks in the sun when she noticed that the _Bluebird_,
which had been making its morning stop at Wharton's Landing, was
headed their way instead of passing out through the gap. "Who
can be coming to see us?" she said to Gladys. "The boat wouldn't
stop unless it had a passenger, for our supplies came yesterday."

It was not a passenger, however, that was left on the Winnebago
dock, but a wooden box from the express company. The girls
crowded around to get a look at it. It was addressed to the
"Winnebago Camp Fire Girls, Camp Winnebago, Loon Lake, Maine."
Sahwah ran and got a hammer and soon had the box open.

"What is it?" cried the girls.

"It's a sail!" exclaimed Sahwah, looking at it closely, "the kind
you put on canoes."

Attached to the lid of th