know," said Gladys.

"Did my arm make me so sick?" asked Sahwah, feeling gingerly of
the white bandage, and moving her feet to make sure that they
were not similarly adorned. Gladys nodded. "Have you been
sitting here all night?" asked Sahwah.

"Yes," said Gladys. "Nyoda sat up last night, but I made her go
to bed to-night. She is here in my bed, and I'm to call her if
she's needed."

"Let her sleep," said Sahwah softly. "And you go back to bed,
too. I won't need anything to-night, really I won't, I feel fine
now."

Gladys shook her head resolutely. "I promised to sit up with you
to-night, and I'm going to keep my promise. You see I can be
trustworthy sometimes. O Sahwah," she cried, burying her face in
the blankets, "how can I ever repay you for what you have done?"

"Don't try," said Sahwah cheerfully.

"What a miserable sneak you must think me!" continued Gladys.

"O shucks!" said Sahwah, who hated scenes. "Forget it. Let's
start all over from the beginning."

"Are you really willing to give me another chance?" said Gladys
joyfully.

"Sure," said Sahwah. "Here's my hand on it." She slid her hand
out from under the covers and caught Gladys's in a warm clasp.
She fell asleep soon after that and did not waken again during
the night, but Gladys sat beside her until morning, watching her
slightest movement. And the Camp Fire leaven was beginning to
work in her, and she was learning to fulfil the Law, which says,
"Give service."

The girls were filled with delight the next morning to hear
Sahwah calling for her breakfast in her natural voice and
clucking to the chipmunks as of old. Migwan sped to the woods
for a bouquet of the brightest flowers she could find to adorn
the tent, while Hinpoha clattered around the kitchen concocting
delicacies. Gladys hovered over her like a fond grandmama,
brushing her hair, washing her face and plumping up the pillows,
and the rest of the Winnebagos looked in every five minutes to
see how she felt. Sahwah had never had so much attention before
in her life. Her slightest want was attended to as soon as
expressed. The suffering of the last two days was more than made
up for by the joys of being a heroine, and Sahwah drank deep of
the cup that was offered her.

"This tent is getting famous," said Hinpoha, as she moved about
setting it to rights, "there are already two heroines in it.
We'll have to change the name from 'Omega' to 'Heroine's Lodge.'
Quite a go