rised and delighted to see her. He received the
idea of a joint excursion with enthusiasm, but said he would have
to wait until the camp director returned from a day's trip with
three of the older boys before he could accept definitely. He
would let her know in the evening. Now Sherry knew well enough
that there was no question about accepting the invitation, but he
had a sudden feeling that a visit to Camp Winnebago that night
would benefit his health considerably, and so delayed his answer.

Nyoda returned to camp and reported the result of her mission,
and the girls settled down to wait for definite news. "Ned
Roberts told me he wished they could come over every night;" said
Sahwah, poising her woodblock in the air preparatory to stamping
it down on the table cover she was decorating.

"Gracious!" said Migwan, "what a bore that would be! We'd never
get anything done for ourselves, because we'd spend all day
getting ready for them." Migwan begrudged every minute that she
lost from the book she was making for Professor Bentley.

"It's impossible anyway," said Gladys in a tone of finality,
"because we haven't enough skirts to last. I'll have to let out
the belt of mine before I can wear it again. It was so tight
last night I nearly died! That reminds me," she went on, "has
anybody seen that yellow scarf I had last night when I was
dancing the 'Daffodil'? I don't seem to be able to find it this
morning." Nobody had seen the scarf, but all promised to look
through their belongings to see if it had accidentally been put
in among them. "I thought I left it hanging on the railing of
the shack," said Gladys.

"I might as well fix my skirt right away," said Sahwah, when
conjectures about the whereabouts of the scarf had ceased, "I'll
never have any more time than now." She rose and went to her
tent but returned in a few moments looking mystified. "I can't
find my white skirt," she announced. "I hung it on the tent
ropes last night because it got splashed with water in the canoe.
Has somebody taken it for a joke? Hinpoha," she cried, pointing
her finger at her, "you did it!"

Hinpoha shook her head in all seriousness. "Not guilty this
time," she said. "The funny part of it is that I saw that skirt
hanging in the moonlight after I was in bed and thought what a
good joke it would be to throw it up on top of the tent, but I
was too sleepy to get up and do it." Sahwah still suspected
Hinpoha and Hinpoha we