the girls did Craft work by the light of lanterns. The evening
wore away pleasantly, but the rain continued. At bed time they
wrapped their ponchos around them and ran for the tents. The
hollows between the rocks were veritable rivers, and in the inky
darkness more than one girl stepped squarely into the flood.

"I'm soaked to the skin," panted Sahwah, running into the tent
and quickly closing the flap behind her, "and I stepped into a
puddle up to my knees."

"So am I," said Hinpoha, who was divesting herself of her clothes
in the middle of the tent. "Did you ever see such a downpour?"

"Cheer up," said Migwan, who had gone to bed early in the evening
with a headache and stayed in during the storm, "the tent doesn't
leak, anyway. We'll be perfectly dry in here."

"It'll be all right if the tent doesn't blow over," said Sahwah.
"Whew! Listen to that!" The girls held their breath as a
particularly fierce blast hurled itself against the canvas sides
of their shelter. Gladys, terror-stricken, sat on the bed and
trembled. Sahwah hastened to reassure her. "It probably won't
blow down," she said cheerfully; "these tents are made pretty
strong, and the ropes on this one are all new, but there is
always the possibility. Do you mind if I take your laundry bag
down? It is pinned to the side of the tent and will lead the
water through."

The girls slept very little that night, although the tent
withstood the storm and remained standing. The rain still fell