Sahwah was nowhere to be found when Nyoda returned to camp.
Neither did she appear when the supper bugle blew. Hinpoha
drooped visibly without her side partner, but Nyoda refused her
permission to go out and look for Sahwah. When it began to grow
dark Nyoda took her lantern and went into the woods by herself.
She soon found Sahwah crouching on the ground at the foot of a
tree, her face buried in her hands. "Sahwah, dear, look up,"
said Nyoda gently, setting her lantern on the ground and seating
herself beside Sahwah. Sahwah uncovered one eye. "Oh, Nyoda,"
she exclaimed tragically, "what will I do? I never dare show my
face in camp again. What ever possessed me this afternoon, and
what must you think of me?"

Nyoda could not help smiling at the depth of Sahwah's
self-abasement. "Cheer up, sister," she said kindly, "it's not
as bad as all that. You were thoughtless, that was all, for I
will not believe that you were slighting Gladys intentionally."

"That's it," cried Sahwah eagerly. "I never stopped to think
what I was doing, and I never dreamed that she would catch on."

Nyoda nodded sympathetically. "I know just how it is," she said.
"We never mean to do unkind things, and yet we do them right
along, without thinking. The only remedy is to get a habit of
thinking before we do anything."

"Not thinking is my besetting sin," said Sahwah, dolefully.

"Yes," said Nyoda frankly, "I believe it is. You do so many