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Hinpoha, who is crazy about babies, insisted on holding him half the time, but neither of them could make him stop crying. A three year old girl, red-faced and heavy-eyed, as if she had recently awakened from sleep, peered shyly through the screen door and Chapa coaxed her to come out and sit in her lap. The mother came to the door every few minutes to tell us how thankful she was for the relief.
Sahwah was tatting, Gladys and Migwan were embroidering, and Miss Kent, familiarly known as "Nyoda," the Guardian of the Winnebago group, was "mending her hole-proof hose," as she laughingly expressed it. The three more quiet girls in the circle, Nakwisi the Star Maiden, Chapa the Chipmunk, and Medmangi the Medicine Man Girl, were working out their various symbols in crochet patterns.
Gladys drove off to B , leaving Chapa and Medmangi and Pearl and Hinpoha on the porch with the babies and taking Mrs. Martin with her. She had seen Mrs. Martin give a wistful glance toward the big car and surmised rightly that she had few chances to go automobile riding.
Once inside, we blinked around with greater wonder than we had at anything which had happened so far. Against the wall were standing in a row: Gladys, Chapa, Medmangi, Hinpoha, Sahwah between a strange man and woman, four young women we had never seen before but who wore suits and veils exactly like ours, and a girl in a blue suit.
"Z," sent Chapa and Nakwisi to the dummy corner and it came back to Sahwah. "Zerolene," she said. "What's that?" they all cried. "I don't know," she answered, "but I saw it on one of the big oil tanks as we passed." Sahwah and Nyoda won the right to take the first paddle in the Keewaydin.
Her appearance seemed to create a profound sensation with Gladys and Hinpoha and Chapa and Medmangi; they all uttered an exclamation at once and started forward. The one in blue looked at them and then burst into a mocking laugh. The four unknown girls dressed like us and the other one in blue seemed to be good friends of hers for they hailed each other familiarly.
There was a moment of silence and then they sang a hearty cheer: "Oh, we cheer, oh, we cheer for Wohelo, For our comrades and friends so true, And our loyalty ever shall linger, Oh, Nakwisi, we sing to you! Oh, Chapa, we sing to you! Oh, Medmangi, we sing to you!" "Oh, Katherine, here's to you, Our hearts will e'er be true, We will never find your equal Though we search the whole world through!"
She sat in the tonneau of the car between Chapa and Medmangi with her veil tied down over her face, through which she peered nervously to the right and left as the car moved on through the streets. Gladys's brow was drawn up into a frown of perplexity as corner after corner was turned and they still did not come upon the Glow-worm.
If Nyoda were only there! "Now you'll have to telegraph your father," said Chapa. Gladys's face was drawn with distress. "Mother would be frightened to death if she knew about it," she said. "I don't believe I'll tell her yet. I'll wait until I hear from Nyoda." "How will we get word to Nyoda?" asked Hinpoha. "Ft. Wayne," answered Gladys.
"Don't look at it squarely, it'll bring you bad luck," said Chapa. "I'm not looking at it," said Hinpoha, "it's looking at me." "Where does the man in the moon go when it turns into a sickle?" asked Medmangi. "That doesn't worry me half so much as where Pearl went with my silver mesh bag," said Gladys.
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