Nyoda and Medmangi shouted and took the card along for a
souvenir, adding the lines,

"Here Nyoda and Medmangi
Read the blaze and held a tangi."

A little farther on they discovered the legend:

"Here we sit down in the road,
For Sahwah's stocking must be sewed."

"What's the matter, Grumpy?" said Migwan to Hinpoha, who had been
stewing around to herself for the last ten minutes.

"It's this old orange I brought along for lunch," burst out
Hinpoha. "I don't know what to do with it. If I put it in my
bloomers it bangs against my leg, and if I carry it in my bag it
bangs against my stomach, and if I carry it in my hand I drop it
every other minute. It's driving me crazy."

"Why don't you eat it?" asked Migwan simply.

"Why, I never thought of that!" exclaimed Hinpoha, and soon had
the offending orange safely disposed of.

Lunch time found Sahwah and Nakwisi close to a farm house and
they went in to ask for a drink of water. The farmer's wife
looked curiously at the two girls in bloomers carrying a can of
red paint. Sahwah introduced Nakwisi and herself and explained