"Aren't you going to get up, Gladys?" asked Migwan. "That second
bugle means 'get up,' you know."

"Does it?" said Gladys, and rose reluctantly. It seemed as if
she had just gone to sleep. She was still combing her hair
before the tiny mirror that hung on the tent pole swinging in the
wind when the breakfast bugle blew. Migwan waited for her
dutifully and escorted her to the "Mess Tent," where the other
girls were already gathered around the table.

"We'll call it the 'Mess Tent' until we can find a prettier name
for it," explained Migwan. "Sahwah thinks we should call it the
'Grand Gorge.' Have you anything to suggest?"

"No," replied Gladys, "I haven't."

Nyoda greeted Gladys cordially and asked how she slept, and the
other girls sang her a Kindergarten Good Morning song, making
funny little bows and bobs. Then they sang the Camp Fire Grace,
"If We Have Earned the Right to Eat This Bread," and set to work
making the fruit and pancakes and cocoa disappear like magic.
Gladys ate nearly as much as the others, although she would have
been very much surprised if you had told her so. The meal over,
each girl carried her dishes and stacked them in a neat pile on
the table in the tiny kitchen which formed a part of the small
wooden shack which stood on the camp grounds, and dropped her cup
into a pan of water. This made very light work for the Dishes
Committee, which consisted of two different girls each week. The
Dishes Committee took care of all three meals a day for the