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Updated: June 3, 2025
Hurrah for the spring that broke the company that owned the island that sheltered the camp that Jack hasn't built yet but will very soon!" And she danced up and down until the heat overcame her and she sank on the couch weak and exhausted, but still feebly hurrahing. Gladys turned to Migwan in perplexity. "I thought Katherine was going home for the summer," she said.
Oh-Pshaw wouldn't go, nothing would ever induce her to go rowing, so Nyoda stayed out with her while the rest went. Slim and the Captain had a private squabble as to which one should have Hinpoha in his boat and while they were squabbling she got into the boat with the artist, so the Captain solaced himself with Sahwah and Agony, and Slim took Gladys and Veronica. Migwan got into the boat with Mr.
"It's to be a sure enough 'exploraging' party," continued Katherine, "and we won't come back the same day." A cheer greeted her words. "Won't the war canoe look fine sweeping up the river?" asked Migwan, seeing the picture in her mind's eye. "This will be a bigger Argonautic Expedition than the other." "We won't be able to take this trip in the war canoe," spoke up Uncle Teddy.
On the vine-screened veranda of the Bradford home three of the Winnebagos Hinpoha, Sahwah and Migwan reclined on wicker couches sipping ice cold lemonade and wearily waving palm-leaf fans. The usually busy tongues were still for once; it was too hot to talk.
"I know what we'll do," said Migwan. "You remember the story of the Calydonian Hunt in the mythology book? Well, we'll pretend this is another Calydonian Hunt." "Oh, yes," said Hinpoha. "They went in a yacht called the Argo, didn't they, and the hunters called themselves the Argonauts, wasn't that it?" "Oh, Hinpoha," groaned Migwan, "how did you ever manage to get a passing grade in 'Myth?"
She was fond of reading, as Migwan was, and sat up until midnight every night burning gas. Then the next morning she would be too tired to get up in time to get the children off to school, and they would depart with a hasty bite, according to their own fancy, or without any breakfast at all, if they were late.
There is the spring we are looking for, just at the end of that little path." Migwan came slowly out of her reverie and followed Gladys down the hill to the spring. "It's all so beautiful," she sighed in ecstasy, turning to look back once more at the shimmering water, "it just makes me ache.
"Pipes of Pan!" exclaimed Migwan, and both girls glanced around, half expecting to see the graceful form of a faun gliding toward them among the trees. Nothing was to be seen, but the piping went on, merrily as before, rising, falling, swelling, dying away in the distance, breaking out again at near hand. "Oh, what is it?" cried Gladys. "Is it a bird?"
The awful weight of poverty which had sat on my shoulders last year, and had made my school days more of a nightmare than anything else was lifted, and here was I, "Migwan, the Penpusher", actually about to start out on an automobile trip such as I had often heard described by more fortunate friends, but had never hoped to experience myself.
There were books of every kind; fiction, poetry, history, travel, science; and whole sets of books in handsome bindings that Migwan fairly revelled in whenever she came to visit. Hinpoha herself was not fond of reading anything but fiction, and although she had the freedom of all the cases she never looked at anything but "story books."
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