"Bring them along, then," said Sahwah, "and we'll do them
together." Gladys brought her middies and Sahwah popped them
into the boiling soapsuds, stirring them around with a stick.
When they had boiled a few minutes she fished them out into a
pail and carried them down to the lake for rinsing, Gladys walked
along, but she did not offer to help carry the pail. Sahwah
rinsed the soapy pieces in the clear water and was spreading them
out on the rocks in the sun when she noticed that the _Bluebird_,
which had been making its morning stop at Wharton's Landing, was
headed their way instead of passing out through the gap. "Who
can be coming to see us?" she said to Gladys. "The boat wouldn't
stop unless it had a passenger, for our supplies came yesterday."

It was not a passenger, however, that was left on the Winnebago
dock, but a wooden box from the express company. The girls
crowded around to get a look at it. It was addressed to the
"Winnebago Camp Fire Girls, Camp Winnebago, Loon Lake, Maine."
Sahwah ran and got a hammer and soon had the box open.

"What is it?" cried the girls.

"It's a sail!" exclaimed Sahwah, looking at it closely, "the kind
you put on canoes."

Attached to the lid of the box was a card which read:

"To the Winnebagos, to save them the trouble of harnessing
themselves to their canoe to make it go. In remembrance of a
delightful day spent in their camp.