peanuts he had left behind in his flight.

Just then the bugle blew, and with a whoop Sahwah leapt from bed,
while Migwan rose and donned her bathing suit. "Coming in for a
dip, Gladys?" she asked.

"Is the water cold?" asked Gladys.

"Well, yes," said Migwan honestly. "It usually is in the morning
before the sun has shone very long on it." Gladys decided she
would not take a dip. Hinpoha slumbered calmly on. Sahwah pulled
the pillow from under her head with a quick jerk and plucked the
blankets off. Hinpoha opened her eyes sleepily.

"Wake up, lazy bones," said Sahwah. "It's time to dip!"

"Have a heart," mumbled Hinpoha, opening her eyes a little
farther, "the bugle hasn't blown yet!"

"Indeed it has, a whole minute ago! Hurry up or you'll miss the
dip!" Sahwah prodded Hinpoha energetically. Hinpoha struggled
into her bathing suit and sped down the path to the lake, hot in
pursuit of Sahwah. Migwan had already gone down. A minute later
the girls from the other tent ran out, calling a cheery
good-morning to Gladys. A series of splashes and shrieks
followed, which proclaimed the coldness of the water. Gladys lay
cozily in bed, watching the chipmunks as they scampered across
the floor of the tent. Presently another bugle sounded from
somewhere and the girls returned, dripping and rosy, to hustle
into middies and bloomers.