what they were doing. "Land sakes alive!" exclaimed the farmer's
wife, "what girls don't do nowadays! Livin' like Indians and
walkin' their legs off just for the fun of it! Come right in and
I'll see if I can't find something better than water to give
you." She bustled out into the summer kitchen and returned with
a pitcher of milk and two glasses. "Here, drink this along with
your sandwiches, and try a dish of berries." Sahwah and Nakwisi
needed no second invitation. Their sandwiches had been pretty
well baked in the sun for the last two hours and were as dry as
straw, so the milk and berries were decidedly refreshing.

"How restful it is here," sighed Sahwah luxuriously, leaning back
in the cushioned rocking chair. "Can't you stay a spell, girls,
and rest up?" said their hostess cordially.

"We have half an hour for our noonday rest," said Sahwah, "and
I'd like to take it right in this chair, if you don't mind." She
slipped off her shoes and stretched her feet to rest them,
closing her eyes meanwhile, and Nakwisi followed suit.

When they finally rose to go the farmer's wife brought out a
plate of cookies which she urged them to take along to eat on the
road. She stood looking after them for a long time as they
trudged along in the yellow dust. "I wish I could go along with
'em, over the hills," she exclaimed suddenly to the unheeding
hens that were walking up and down the steps, "I'm tired of
staying at home and doing the same things over and over again. I
wish I could go along too!"

Chapa and Gladys, following the blazes through the woods, found