Sahwah looked at Hinpoha and slowly lowered one eyelid. "Yes,
yes," cried all the girls in chorus, "let's do!"

"Well, what shall it be?" continued Nyoda, "a flag raising and a
bonfire and some canoe races?"

"Oh, a flag raising by all means," said Migwan, "they always have
one in the Scout camps. My brother is a Scout and he thinks it's
awful because we don't have more flag exercises."

"Where will we get the flag?" asked Sahwah.

"It's here already," answered Nyoda, "in the bottom of my trunk.
I knew that sooner or later we would want it so I brought it
along."

"Who will do the raising?" asked Hinpoha.

"Why, Nyoda, of course," said Migwan, "who else?"

"And I move," said Nyoda, "that Migwan write a poem suitable to
the occasion and deliver same."

"Yes, yes," cried all the girls, "a poem from Migwan." Migwan
demurred at first, but finally promised, just as she always did.

"Wait a minute," said Sahwah suddenly, "where are we going to get
the pole to raise the flag on?" All the girls looked blank for a
moment.