rowd spread out on the
rocks to be served with good things cooked over the open fire.
"Leave room for blueberry pudding!" Gladys cautioned every one,
viewing with alarm the quantities of slumgullion and sandwiches
that were being consumed. "No danger!" laughed Ned. "I could eat
everything in sight and still have room for all the blueberry
pudding you have. Bring it on!" Gladys served every one with a
heaping big dish, and with "'Ohs" and "Ahs" of enjoyment they
sent it the way of the rest of the feast.

"Now we must heat water to wash the dishes," said Nyoda, when
every one had reached the limit of eating.

"You let us fellows attend to that," said Sherry decisively,
"it's enough that you got the dinner." He calmly took her big
cook's apron away from her and put it on himself. The boys fell
to with a will and the dishes were soon off the scene. In the
afternoon they divided the company into two parts and had a
shooting match with Sahwah's rifle. Some of the girls surprised
themselves by hitting the paper the first time, and more than one
hit the bull's eye before her round was over. Ed Roberts called
out the wrath of Sherry because he would point the gun at people,
and lost his turn in consequence, which did not improve his
temper. Later he received a sharp rebuke from Sahwah because he
wanted her to shoot at a song sparrow, and retired to the beach
by himself to mope. He was no more like his frank, courteous,
sunny-hearted twin brother than day is like night, and Nyoda
understood fully Gladys's aversion to him.

They went paddling home in the rosy sunset singing "A Perfect
Day," which it had been to every one but Ed Roberts, all vowing
that they must get together again before the camps broke up.
Long after the others were wrapped in slumber Sahwah lay staring
into the moonlight. She was never more wide awake. The night
was hot and the blankets seemed to stifle her. "I can't sleep!"
she declared to herself as she thumped her pillow for the
twentieth time, "I'm going to get up awhile."

She stepped softly out of bed, slipped on her sweater and stood
at the door of the tent looking out into the night. By and by
her feet began to move as by their own impulse and carried her
down the path to the lake. The _Keewaydin_ lay on the beach
bathed in moonlight, and scarcely knowing what she was doing she
drew it down to the water's edge, launched it and got in. She had
no thought of disobeying Nyoda by going