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Updated: May 31, 2025
Sahwah stood in the long parlor under the portrait of Elizabeth Carver, gazing, with an expression of great respect, mingled with envy, up into the vivacious young face. The eyes in the picture gazed back just as intently at her, with a deep humorous twinkle lurking in their depths, and the red lips curving upwards at the corners in the promise of a smile seemed just about to speak.
Then he stood transfixed, the gesture frozen in mid-air. "Sahwah!" he gasped. "Veronica! where in the world " The girls started forward with unbelieving eyes. "Slim!" cried Sahwah. "What are you doing here?"
Watterson were as surprised as she was. They had not expected her to come to life in just that manner. Of course, Sahwah wanted to know where she was and whither she was going. "You are going to your friends, my dear," replied Mrs. Watterson. "Do you know where they are?" asked Sahwah, wondering how they had come upon the whereabouts of the Glow-worm. Mrs. Watterson merely smiled ambiguously.
Sahwah was the idol of the athletically inclined portion of the school. Dick thought there never was such a player for a girl. Sahwah was full of basketball talk now, and made shrewd comments on the good and bad points of both teams, weighing the chances of each with great care. "Mechanicals' center is shorter than ours; we have the advantage there.
And in view of the success of her former prophecy the Winnebagos could not very well have any doubts. "Wasn't it a miracle that Sahwah happened to be in the woods when the plane came down?" said Agony in a hushed voice. "Yes, but she wouldn't have been there if we hadn't lost the contest," said Migwan musingly. "Isn't it queer the way things work out sometimes?
It was a battered tan khaki hat with the frayed cord hanging down over one side and a picture of a Kewpie drawn on the big button in front. There was no mistaking it. It was Katherine's hat. Migwan screamed. "They're drowned! They've gone out in boats and upset! That's why they're not here. Oh, what will we do?" "Take it easy," said Sahwah soothingly. "They haven't upset.
"She stoops to crank her," said Sahwah, but none of us had the ambition to pinch her for making a pun. We were apparently traveling through the country in a sort of Roman key pattern, up one road and down another without getting any nearer to the town for which we imagined we were headed.
"It's the cast they put you in," answered her mother. Sahwah moved her arms carefully to see if they were in working order yet. Lightly she touched the hard substance that surrounded her hip bone. "They didn't cut it off, did they?" she asked in sudden terror. She could not tell by the feeling whether she had two legs or one. Dr. Hoffman, coming in in time to hear the question, snorted violently.
"Let's take Many Eyes along and make her our official mascot," suggested Sahwah. "We can install her with ceremonies, like we did Eeny-Meeny." This bit of nonsense was seized upon by the Winnebagos as a grand inspiration.
Outwardly there was nothing remarkable about him, nothing to distinguish him from the thousands of other lads in khaki that were to be seen everywhere one went, erect, trim, lovably conceited. Why, then, should the heart of Sahwah the Sunfish suddenly flutter at this casual meeting of the eyes with the man across the way, and why did she turn sharply around and look out of the window?
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