made us screw our eyes shut. In such fashion did we travel down the
king's highway, and if ever my ardor for automobile touring was
dampened, it was then. For a long time nobody had a word to say, not
even irrepressible Sahwah. Each one of us sat apart wrapped in our own
gloomy thoughts. Finally Nakwisi spoke.

"Does the water run down over the tip of your nose if your nose turns
up? Sahwah, yours turns up, will you look and see which way the rain-
drops are going?"

There was no answer.

"Well, don't answer, if you don't want to," said Nakwisi, rather
crossly. We took our veils down from our eyes and looked around to see
the cause of this unusual silence on Sahwah's part. Then we got the
second big shock of the evening. _Sahwah was not in the car!_ She
had vanished utterly, silently, mysteriously, into the rainy darkness!




CHAPTER VIII.


If I were an experienced writer of fiction I would know how to weave
all the various odds and ends of my story into the telling so as to
keep the action moving forward all the time, with all parts nicely
balanced. But as it is, I am afraid that I have been trying to tell it
all at once and am getting it rather one-sided. So far I have told only
what happened to us girls in the Glow-worm, and I fear that the reader