ned, and while she was clearing away the
dishes finished up all that was left of the fudge and the
blueberries. The doctor took his leave in the afternoon,
declaring he had never eaten anything so good as Sahwah's
biscuits. "She can make," he said impressively, "better biscuits
dan my grandmama, and she made de best biscuits in Hamburg!"
Strange to say, the girls were not very hungry at supper time,
and ate nothing but wafers and lemonade.

"Where are you going with your blankets?" said Nyoda, stopping in
surprise as she met Migwan coming out of her tent with all her
bedding in her arms.

"I'm going to sleep in the tree-house," answered Migwan.

"Sleep in the tree-house?" echoed Nyoda, "isn't there room enough
in the tent?"

"Oh, there's room enough," said Migwan, "that isn't the reason.
I just want to do it for the experience. I was lying awake the
other night, listening to the wind singing through the treetops,
and I thought of all the little birds sleeping up in the trees,
and decided I would try it and see what it was like."

"Her poet's soul spurns the common earth, and she seeks the
treetops to be nearer the sky," said Nyoda banteringly. "If I
may intrude such a material question among your ethereal
desires," she continued, "how are you going to get your blankets
up there?"

Migwan stopped, a little taken aback. The tree-house was more
than thirty feet from the ground and in order to get into it the
girls had to climb up the limbs of the tree. Some of the
branches were far apart and it was quite a stretch to make the
distance, while the long space from the ground to the first
branch was notched to assure a foothold. It was easy enough
climbing empty-handed, but scrambling up there with an armful of
blankets was another matter. Nyoda watched the expression on
Migwan's face with keen amusement. This was the sort of thing she
was always doing--her poetic fancy would be kindled to a certain
idea without ever stopping to consider the practical side. But
Migwan was resourceful as well as romantic. She took in the
situation at a glance, laid her blankets at the foot of the tree,
and repaired to the kitchen, whence she presently emerged with a
long rope, made of sundry short ropes tied together and pieced
out with strips of cloth. Winding this around her waist, she
climbed the tree and fastened one end of it to the railing of the
Crow's Nest. Then she let the other end down, asked Nyoda to tie
her be