she cried, bursting into tears. "I'm going home to-morrow!"

Sahwah sprang to her feet, the realization of what she had done
knocking her speechless. One look at Nyoda's pained and
surprised face upset her completely and she rushed off to the
woods by herself. With rare tact Nyoda smoothed over the
difficult situation confronting her. It was no use to pass the
thing over as a misunderstanding on Gladys's part, for Sahwah's
flight condemned her. Putting her arm around Gladys, she led her
down to the dock and into the launch. She set the engine going
at full speed, sending the small craft through the water like a
torpedo, the spray dashing over the bow and drenching them both.
The excitement of this mad flight through the water made Gladys
forget her hurt feelings. She watched Nyoda, fascinated. Nyoda
was of a decided athletic build, tall and broad-shouldered, with
black hair and dark eyes, and high color. She was the picture of
health and joyousness as she stood at the wheel of the launch,
her hair streaming out in the wind, her eyes sparkling with
excitement. Gladys had a real admiration for Nyoda, which was
developing into a "crush," and liked to be alone with her. Nyoda
could not help seeing this, and with her deep insight into girl
nature knew that the solution of the problem which had worried
her so at first was in her hands.

By and by she slackened the speed of the boat, and calling Gladys
up into the bow with her, she showed her how to steer, and gave
the wheel into her hands. She made no mention of the occurrence
of the afternoon, not being clear in her mind just how to begin.
Gladys finally relieved her of the task by asking: "What was it
Sahwah was saying about me this afternoon when she was talking