ith Nakwisi in tow. She was just nearing the dock
where Nyoda stood watching to see if she could land her burden
when Sahwah dove off the high tower, right on top of her and
Nakwisi, carrying them both under the surface and breaking up the
test. Nyoda uttered an impatient exclamation and sent Sahwah out
of the water as a reminder to look before she dove the next time.
Sahwah's heart was nearly broken and she could hardly eat her
dinner. She and Gladys were washing dishes that day, but when
the time came Gladys pleaded a headache and went to the tent to
lie down, leaving Sahwah to do them alone. It seemed that every
dish in camp had been used that day. She finished at last, all
tired out, and flung herself on her bed, resolved not to move
until rest hour was over, and not then if she didn't feel like
it. She was just sinking off into a delicious doze when Gladys
reached over and pulled her by the foot.

"What do you want?" said Sahwah drowsily.

"Come on, take me for a ride in the sponson," said Gladys.

"Can't, it's rest hour," answered Sahwah.

"What of it?" said Gladys, "Let's go anyway. Everybody's asleep.
They'll never know the difference."

Sahwah looked at her with an expression of horror. "It doesn't
matter whether any one knows it or not," she said stiffly. "It
isn't a custom of the Winnebagos to go boating in rest hour."

"It doesn't seem to be a custom of the Winnebagos to do anything
they want to," said Gladys sneeringly. "You girls let Miss Kent
lead you around by the nose as if you were six years old! It's a
pity if girls as old as we are have to take a nap after dinner
like babies. I for one won't stand for it. I don't want to lie
down for an hour every afternoon and I'm not going to do it, so
there! If you had any spirit you'd rebel, too. But you haven't.
You're just like wax in her hands. If she told you to go bed at
four o'clock in the afternoon and stay there, you'd do it! I
dare you to slip out and go for a boat ride with me now, I dare
you! I dare you!"

Sahwah's hair nearly stood on end with fury at this attack on her
beloved Nyoda. "Dare all you like," she said in a choking voice,
"I'll not break a camp rule to please you."

"Very well, then, don't," said Gladys, "and see if I care. If
you would rather abide by silly old rules than have a good time
it's your loss, not mine. I wouldn't be such a baby." She went
back to her bed and lay down with the air of a martyr.