dding to it, and hauled it up with the greatest ease. The
floor struck her as being far from soft when she spread her
blankets out, and by dint of much labor she also hauled up her
mattress. Then she had a further inspiration and laid the
mattress across two poles, which kept it up off the floor and
made it softer yet.

The moon and stars seemed very close, when she finally had the
bed fixed to her satisfaction and stood looking around her. In
fact, it seemed as if she could put out her hand and grasp the
Great Bear by the tail. Jupiter was just at her left hand,
peeking impudently through the branches while she undressed.
Down below the tents gleamed ghostly in the pale light.

What an airy cradle it was, after she was rolled in the blankets
and fixed comfortably for sight seeing! The breezes fiddled
through the twigs, making elfin music, and the tree-house swayed
gently. It was too beautiful to sleep through, and Migwan lay
awake hour after hour in wonder and delight, watching the moon
steer her placid course across the sky. She saw Jupiter
culminate and incline to westward; saw Arcturus sink behind the
hills, and watched the Dipper go wheeling round the pole like the
hand of an enormous clock.

Off somewhere in the woods a whip-poor-will was lamenting; the
waves splashed against the rocks below; a cricket chirped at the
foot of the tree. Migwan turned over to get a look at the view
on the other side and her pillow went overboard with a soft plop.
She leaned over the edge to see where it had gone and the poles
slid gently apart, letting the mattress down flat on the floor.
She adjusted herself to the new position and continued looking
up.

When all the stars had traveled to the morning side of the sky
she finally dropped off to sleep, only to waken again with the
first faint gray light of dawn. A frowzy, cocky-looking bird
flew into the tree just above her head and balanced himself on
the limb. He had evidently been out all night and was sneaking
home in the wee sma' hours, much the worse for dissipation. He
teetered back and forth for a moment, then began unsteadily
climbing the stairs up the branches. Migwan hoped his wife was
waiting for him at the top step, and listened to hear the curtain
lecture he would receive. She heard no uproar, however and
concluded he was a bachelor and could go and come when he
pleased.

In contrast to Migwan's peaceful night, Hinpoha lay tossing in
dire distress. Sh