od idea, that," and picking up a piece of birch-bark,
she painted the name on it in large letters and tacked it to the
tent pole. "Now,", she continued, "we'll name your bed
'Rescuer's Roost' and Migwan's 'Clew-givers' Cradle,'" and she
made two more signs, and hung them on the foot rails of the beds.

Sahwah sat up for an hour in the afternoon and Gladys danced for
her amusement. The girls gasped with wonder and delight, for
they had never seen anything like it. She was as light on her
feet as thistledown and as graceful as a swaying rose. Nyoda
watched her with keen pleasure, but it was not her twinkling
feet, nor the artistic posing of her limbs that held her
attention, but the new expression on her face. The old selfish,
blase' look was gone, and her features were lit up by an eager
smile that sparkled in her eyes and curved up the corners of her
pretty mouth. Again the leaven was at work in her, and she was
fulfilling the Law of the Camp Fire, which is to "Seek beauty."

Sahwah slept again after that and Gladys called all the girls
together around the piano in the shack, where they stayed until
supper time, singing softly under Gladys's direction. Sahwah had
finished her supper and had been made comfortable for the night
and lay staring out into the gathering darkness and wondering
where the girls were. Not a soul was in sight, neither could she
hear their voices. Then all at once she heard the sound of
singing, wafted up from the lake. It was "Stars of the Summer
Night," sung exquisitely in three parts. Sahwah could hardly
believe it was the Winnebagos, so perfect was the harmony. This
was followed by "I Would That My Love," sung by Gladys and Nyoda.
Sahwah drew a long, rapturous breath at the beautiful blending of
alto and soprano. She was passionately fond of music. Then
Gladys sang "Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming," her clear high
voice ringing over the water like a flute. The notes died
lingeringly away, and the silence was broken by the soft chugging
of the launch as it bore the serenaders back to shore.

Sahwah composed herself to sleep, the melodies she had just heard
still echoing in her ears. A soft rustling outside the tent door
made her open her eyes, and she started in surprise at the fairy
scene which was being enacted there. In the open grassy space
before the tent figures were passing back and forth and winding
in and out in the mazes of a dance. So silently they moved they
s