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Updated: June 3, 2025
The colonel was a tall man six feet two and the apron belonged to Migwan, who was short, and when tied around his waist line it did not reach half way to his knees. Slim's apron was long enough, but it would not go anywhere near around him. Being unable to tie the strings he tucked the apron in over his belt and let it go as far as it would. "Where's the bread knife?" asked Mr.
"The butcher must be buying better meat than usual, then," said Mrs. Gardiner. "I never got such round steak as this out here before." "And you never will, either," said Migwan, swelling with pride, "if you leave it to the butcher," and she told how she had treated the steak to produce the present result. "I never heard of that before," said her mother, amazed at this simple culinary trick.
By half past one another Primitive Woman had been evolved by her flying fingers, Migwan and Gladys hastily constructing the tail while Sahwah made the kite proper. "I believe I'd have time to paint a face on her," said Hinpoha. She seized her brush and put in an eye with rapid strokes. The clock chimed a quarter to two and Sahwah started up nervously.
It must yield seven articles a present for each of the Winnebagos. She decided on book covers. She wrote up seven different incidents of the summer camping trip in verse and copied them with the typewriter on rough yellow drawing paper, thinking to decorate each sheet. But Migwan had little artistic ability and soon saw that her decorations were not beautiful enough to adorn Christmas gifts.
"I don't care what she looks like, she'll fly," said Sahwah stoutly. "Well, I care what she looks like," returned Agony. "I tell you everybody will laugh at us and our one-eyed kite." "Let them laugh," retorted Sahwah, "I don't care." "Oh, come on," said Migwan good-naturedly, "stop arguing about it. If we're going into the contest we'll have to get there pretty soon.
Migwan found that her mother had been buying these in small quantities at an exorbitant price, and calmly took matters into her own hands, ordering a whole barrel of flour, because there was more in a barrel even than in four sacks. A certain large store was offering a liberal discount that week on fifty pounds of sugar, and Migwan took advantage of this sale also.
He had a conference with the principal, and as a result Migwan was asked to read her poem at the rhetorical exercises in the auditorium that day. When she finished the applause was deafening, and with blushing cheeks and downcast eyes she ran from the stage.
Migwan read it through eagerly, and did gain an idea of the form in which a play should be cast, although the information was meagre enough. Three dollars was an outrageous price to pay for the book, thought Migwan, but she comforted herself with the thought that by means of it she would soon lift the family out of their difficulties. She set to work with a cheery heart.
Migwan and Gladys and Hinpoha were sitting together getting the suits ready which they were to wear in the drill white skirts and middies, white shoes and stockings, red, white and blue arm band when Sahwah came in waving an envelope over her head. "Letter from Nyoda!" she called. The three dropped their sewing and fell upon her in a body. "Open it quick!" "Here, take the scissors."
The tension relaxed and the girls breathed easily again. "When are your mother and father coming home?" asked Nyoda. "They sailed last week on the Francona," answered Hinpoha. "Weren't you worried to death to have them in Europe so long with the war going on?" asked Migwan.
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