"We get higher marks than you right along," said Chapa, "and that
goes to show."

"Well," flashed Sahwah, "we'd get higher marks if it wasn't
for--." Just in time she remembered her promise and broke off
abruptly.

"If it wasn't for what?" asked Chapa.

"For the wind blowing our things around so," she finished lamely,
and fell to carving her wood block furiously.

"Let's sing something," said Nyoda hastily.

"Migwan and Hinpoha, sing 'The Owl and the Pussy Cat,'" cried the
girls in chorus. Thus urged, the two mounted the piano bench and
acted out the romantic tale as they sang the words.

"Now let's all sing something," said Nyoda, when the amorous owl
and the impassioned pussy had danced themselves off the bench.
"What were some of those songs we sang on the hike?"

"Let's sing Migwan's latest song, 'O We Are Winnebagos,'" said
Hinpoha.

"That has a good swing to it," said Nyoda when they had sung it
several times. "Sahwah, dear, follow the tune more closely with
your tenor, you put us out."