two tents are racing to see which one gets the highest average at
the end of the summer, for Nyoda has offered a banner to the
members of the winning family."

She had hardly finished her explanation when the bugle announced
the imminent approach of Nyoda on her tour of inspection, and the
three girls ran from the tent, pulling Gladys with them. "What's
the matter?" panted Gladys. "What are we running away for?"

"We never stay in the tent while it's being inspected," explained
Migwan. "Nyoda tells us our standing during Craft hour, and what
the matter was, if there was anything, and the weekly averages
are to be read at Council Fire."

The girls settled down to Craft work in the shack, for they had
chosen that as their workroom, on account of the hinged shelves
around the walls, which were so convenient to spread work out on.
The front wall of the shack, facing the lake, was all windows,
which could be lowered, making the room as cool and airy as could
be desired.

The special work which the girls had just begun was the painting
of their paddles with their symbols. Gladys, having neither
paddle nor symbol, was at a loss what to do. "Here, take the
symbol book," said Migwan, "and begin working on your symbol."
Gladys took the book and began idly turning the pages. Symbolism
was an entirely new thing to her, and she was unable to decide on
any of the queerly shaped things in the little book.

"I can't find a thing that I like," she said to Nyoda when she