and the camp woke to activity.

With a whoop the girls made for the lake for their morning
plunge. "Gladys!" said Nyoda, "what is the matter with your
face?" On each cheek, as well as on her nose and forehead, there
was a daub of red.

Sahwah stared, then she giggled. "I thought it was Migwan beside
me," she explained. "Excuse me, Gladys, I didn't mean to
decorate you." Gladys, however, evidently thought differently,
for she was decidedly cool to Sahwah from then on.

Just before breakfast the girls assembled on the high cliff to
sing the morning song. Their choice was Rousseau's beautiful
hymn,

"When the mists have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills."

The mist curtains were rolling up from the lake in the morning
sun, disclosing the lofty brow of Mount Washington in the
distance, and the girls felt very near to God and Nature as they
sang the inspired words.

Breakfast was cooked in the open and consisted of fruit, pancakes
and cocoa. Hinpoha heroically passed up both the pancakes and the
cocoa and contented herself with one piece of dry toast.

The hike proceeded in order just as on the previous day. Right
after breakfast the ponchos were rolled and the pathfinders