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Updated: June 3, 2025
"I hope the soldiers appreciate how much trouble it is to keep their feet covered. I'd rather fight any day than knit," she finished emphatically. "Here, let me pick up the dropped stitches for you," said Migwan soothingly, reaching over for the tangled mess of yarn.
O, how wonderful it must be to know that when the time comes you won't be a coward! O Agony, we're all so proud of you!" cried Migwan, interrupting herself to give Agony an adoring hug. "All the Winnebagos will be braver and better because you did that, Agony. They'll be ashamed to be any less than you are." "It wasn't anything much that I did," Agony protested in a flat voice.
"It's 'Who raw for the red, white and blew. 'Hoorah for the red, white and blue!" "Such wit!" said Sahwah, laughing with the rest. "Now, I'll make a motto for Sahwah," said Migwan, seizing the pencil. Migwan was a Senior and took French, and having a sudden inspiration, she wrote, "Pas de lieu Rhone que nous!" The girls could not translate it and Nyoda puzzled over it for a long time.
There were about fifteen put in the Shark class in the first try-out, of whom Sahwah and Undine were acknowledged to be the best. Hinpoha and Gladys and Migwan also qualified as Sharks; Katherine went voluntarily into the Perch class, and Agony failed to pass her diving test, although she accomplished her distance swim and the demonstration of the strokes.
Then something seemed to occur to her, and a mischievous twinkle came into her eyes. "Oh, I'll be her," she exclaimed, throwing grammar to the winds in her eagerness. "Please let me. I want to be, I want to be." "All right," said Migwan relievedly, putting the entry down in her notebook and proceeding with the assignment of parts.
Oh, they're coming now, so is Miss Amesbury." Migwan felt a little flustered as Miss Amesbury came smiling into their midst. She didn't in the least mind being initiated, but she did rather hate to have Miss Amesbury see her made ridiculous. She would much rather not have her looking on.
"No," replied Agony in a tone of forced carelessness. "I thought maybe you had," continued Migwan solicitously. "Your forehead was all puckered up." "The light is so bright on the river," murmured Agony, and walked thoughtfully away.
Why would he be coming to America now?" Migwan could not answer the question, she could only press her beloved Guardian's hand tight in hers by way of sympathy and then fly back at the pins, which all seemed to be allied against them, for they buried their heads out of sight and thrust their points where Migwan's shaking fingers caught and tore themselves upon them.
"Then the Council decides that we shall turn down the judge's proposition?" asked Mr. Evans. "Let each one register his or her vote, for or against. If you want them to come, say yes, if not, no. Gladys." "No." "Slim." "No." "Migwan." "No." "Dan." "No." "Sahwah." "Nosiree!" "Peter." "No." "Katherine." "May I say something?" asked Katherine, instead of replying directly yes or no.
"It hurts too much to lose them." "Neither am I," said Migwan and Sahwah together, and then there was silence again. "I'd like to see something wet once," said Sahwah fretfully, after another long pause. "Everything is so dry it seems to be choking. The grass is all burned up; the paint is all blistered; the shingles are all curling up backwards. It makes my eyes hurt to look at things.
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