painted a bush with berries nearly as big as marbles and read on
eagerly:

"I have surprised an acorn in a gross neglect of duty. He is
lying on the ground where he fell last fall and hasn't sprouted
in the least. I thought all acorns aspired to be oak trees.
Think of being a nut half an inch long, and in that half inch to
have the power of becoming the King of the Forest, and then let
that power lie unused! If I were an acorn I would feel eternally
disgraced if I hadn't sprouted."

Hinpoha duly portrayed the delinquent acorn. "I'll tell you what
we'll do when we grow up," she said, leaning back and surveying
her work critically, "you write books and I'll illustrate them!"

All this time Nyoda and Sahwah had been working on a canoe a
little farther up the beach. Sahwah had crossed the lake in the
dark the night before and had grounded on a sharp rock that
jutted up just underneath the surface, ripping a hole in the
bottom of the canoe nearly a foot long. Now she and Nyoda were
repairing the damage. "Don't anybody take this canoe out for a
couple of days," said Nyoda to the girls, "the pine pitch we put
on isn't hard yet."

Hinpoha showed Nyoda the leaves from Migwan's journal which she
had illustrated and Nyoda was delighted. "You two had better
form a permanent partnership," she advised. "You will produce
something worth while in time." Then she added: "Wouldn't it be
a fine idea for you to make an illustrated book of the camp
doings and send it to Professor Bentley and Professor Wheeler?