Next an uproar arose from a bed near the beach. "There's a
million ants in my bed!" shrieked Migwan, jumping up and shaking
her blankets. She had spread her bed on a colony of ant hills,
and the ants had improved the shining hours until bedtime by
crawling between the blankets.

Sahwah was the last in bed, having stayed in the water longer
than the others. She was strangely wakeful and lay for a long
time staring up at the pines towering above her, that seemed to
rise hundreds of feet before a branch appeared. She amused
herself by reaching out her hand and identifying her belongings,
which hung on a bush at her head. Her hand closed over the can
of red paint. Like lightning she had an inspiration. She raised
her head and looked at the next bed. "It's Migwan," she said to
herself. Grasping the paint brush, she reached over and daubed
the face of the sleeper. Then she settled down and slept.

Gladys woke up in the gray dawn and looked out from her sandwich
bed. The lake was completely hidden by a thick mist. Drops were
coming down, patter, patter, on her poncho. "Chapa," she
whispered excitedly to her partner, "it's raining!"

"Well, what of it?" answered Chapa, without opening her eyes, and
pulling the poncho over their heads, she resumed her slumbers.
Gladys drew a horrified breath at the idea of sleeping on the
ground in the rain, but the cozy dryness of her bed soon wooed
her back to slumber. When she opened her eyes again the sun was
rising over the lake. No, there were two suns, one in the lake
which was making it boil and send up clouds of steam, and another
in the sky which was drawing up the vapor. Soon the bugle blew