"EMERSON BENTLEY,
FRANK D. WHEELER."

"O joy!" exclaimed Sahwah, clapping her hands. "Maybe we won't
have some fun now! Just wait until I get it adjusted." She
spent most of the day hoisting that sail on one of the canoes,
but finally had it finished, and went darting around on the lake
like a white-winged bird, taking the other girls out with her in
turn. "It's too bad you can't go out in a canoe," she said to
Gladys with real regret, "I should love to have you go sailing
with me." There was no help for it, however, and Gladys had to
stay on shore.

"Won't you let me help you?" she asked Gladys at the next
swimming period. "I'll hold you up if you'll try to float." But
Gladys would not let any one touch her in the water except Nyoda.
When Nyoda was directing the other girls Gladys stood out on the
beach. "How am I going to help Gladys learn to swim if she won't
let me?" thought Sahwah in despair.

"Don't go too far out on the lake," Nyoda warned Sahwah that
afternoon, her eye on a bank of clouds that was rolling up in
the west.

"I know there's a storm coming, and I'll be careful," promised
Sahwah, mindful of her new resolution to think before she acted,
"but the wind is so strong now it's great fun to be out sailing.
I'll stay near shore."

The storm that had been threatening broke loose about supper