had trouble getting home."

Gladys shook her head indignantly. "I'll do no such thing," she
said. "You take me home immediately, Ed Roberts, or I'll send
out a call for Nyoda." Sulkily he picked up his paddle and dipped
it in the water. Gladys paddled so energetically that they soon
came up with the others and landed at the dock with them, and as
the rest had been so occupied with their own affairs the
disappearance of the one canoe for several minutes had gone
unnoticed. The boys shook hands all around and departed in their
canoes, singing until they disappeared around the cliff.

CHAPTER X.

BLUEBERRY ISLAND.

Gladys sat poring over the list of honors in the Handbook,
looking for new worlds to conquer. She had been a Wood Gatherer
for several weeks and was hoping to be made a Fire Maker before
the end of the summer. With considerable pride she painted in
the pictographs on her record sheet which stood for the honors
already won. "Swim one hundred yards"--was it really true? At
the beginning of the summer this honor had seemed as unattainable
as flying the same distance in the air. She was also learning to
recognize the different birds, trees and flowers that she found
in the woods and along the roads. She was a very much surprised
girl indeed when Nyoda pointed out at least a half dozen
different varieties of ferns and grasses on one afternoon's walk.
"Are there different kinds of ferns and grasses?" she asked in
astonishment. "I thought grass was just grass and ferns were just
ferns, and that was all there was to it." Winning honors had
become a fascinating game, and she read carefully through the
list, putting a mark opposite those she thought she could
accomplish before the next Council Fire.

Sahwah, sitting near her similarly occupied, suddenly called to
Nyoda. "How about all of us winning this honor for planning an
outing to include as many boys as girls?" she asked. "We have
never had our trip to Blueberry Island, and it would be fun to
have the boys along for a whole day." All the girls immediately
shouted their approval and Nyoda said it would be a fine idea.
"We'll have to go in a couple of days, though, for the blueberries
will not last much longer," she said. "We'll ask them this very
day." Nyoda delivered the invitation in person. Sherry, the
Counsellor, who had escorted the boys the other night, was
mending the dock when she approached in the _Sunbeam_, and was
very much surp