carcely seemed flesh and blood, but rather a band of woodland
nymphs performing their nightly revels. There was one figure
among them who was lighter and airier than all the rest, and she
darted in and out between the lines, and round and round them,
like a butterfly fluttering around a bed of tossing flowers. At
last, after joining hands and whirling madly in a circle, they
broke ranks and vanished among the trees.

Sahwah tried to applaud, but could not manage it single-handed,
and shouted her appreciation at the top of her lungs, which
brought the whole troupe to the edge of the tent to bow and
curtsey. Nyoda drew them away again immediately, however,
declaring that it was high time Sahwah went to sleep.

Long after the other girls lay motionless in their beds Gladys
was wakeful and restless. In spite of the fact that she had
spent the entire day in the service of others she had no peace.
Nyoda had praised her warmly for arranging the serenade and
dance, but this only aggravated the trouble she was having in her
mind; namely, the letter which she had written her father, the
horrid, lying epistle in which she had cruelly wronged kind-hearted
Nyoda and all these wonderful girls. He must have it by now,
and would undoubtedly send for her immediately. And furthermore,
he would probably make all the others go home too. At this
thought her heart almost stopped beating. There was only one
thing that could prevent it, and that was for her to write him
another letter, contradicting the first. It sounded easy to say
it, but it would mean that her father would know she had told an
untruth, and she shrank back miserably from the revelation. She
admired her father and cared much for his opinion of her, and to
be branded as a liar in his sight was more than she could bear.
He would never believe her again.

On the other hand, the thought of breaking up this jolly summer
camp and sending the girls home unhappy made the chills run down
her back and the perspiration start out on her forehead. Sahwah
and her swimming--could she have the heart to separate them? Her
other indebtedness to Sahwah she dared not even think of.
Wherever she turned her face she saw Nyoda's trusting eyes
looking into hers with a smile as they had done that very
evening. Could she bear to cloud them over with grief and
disappointment? She was just beginning to rise in Nyoda's good
graces. Could she bear to fall forever?

The hours dragged wak