dancing eyes. "I chose the Sun part because I like sunshine and
the Fish part because I like to swim. I am very virtuous and a
pattern of propriety." The girls shouted with laughter.

"My name is Migwan," said the next girl. "It means 'Quill Pen,'
and stands for my ambition to write stories and things." She was
a thoughtful-looking girl with a beautiful high forehead and
large dreamy eyes.

So all the girls introduced themselves, Chapa the Chipmunk,
Medmangi the Medicine Man Girl, and Nakwisi the Star Maiden. "And
this," they cried in unison, encircling one of their number with
affectionate arms, "is Nyoda, the best Guardian that ever lived!"

"How do you do, Miss Kent?" said Gladys, in a high, artificially
sweet voice, staring amazedly at her wet clothes and then around
at the dishevelled group. She was a very fair girl, rather tall,
but slender and pale and delicate looking. "Stuck up," was
Sahwah's mental estimate.

"How do you do, girls?" she continued, edging, back a little, as
if she were afraid they might also enfold her in a wet embrace,
"would you mind telling me your names?"

"We told you our names," said Sahwah.

"I mean your real names," answered Gladys, "you don't expect me
to remember all those Camp Fire names, do you?"

"Oh, you'll learn them soon enough," said Nyoda, "we left our old