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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Oh, leave it the way it is," proposed Jo Severance. "They'll never notice a little thing like that." "Yes, they will too," Gladys declared. "Anyway, you can't hear what Carmen says, and we want the folks to hear Tiny's speech, because it's so funny." "But what are we going to do about it?" asked Migwan in perplexity.
The long years of waiting passed and she stood at the foot of the glacier watching the miracle unfold before her eyes. The glacier was making queer cracking noises as it descended, and it sounded as though there was water underneath it. She could hear it lapping. C-R-A-C-K! A sound rang out on the still air that startled Migwan like the report of a pistol, followed immediately by another.
Migwan nodded. "Well," continued Nyoda, "I was showing it to Professor Green the other night and he was quite carried away with it. He has a quantity of notes he took on a hunting trip last fall and wants to know if you will make them into a book like that for him.
Migwan, unbusiness-like as she was, began to be worried about the condition of their affairs, and worked on her story feverishly, that it might be turned into money as soon as possible. She was deep in the intricacies of literary construction when her mother entered the room, broom in hand and dust cap on head, and sank into a chair.
The other Winnebagos stood around with their ponchos in their arms, uncertain what to do, loath to be the death of these cheery little wild things, yet unable to see how they could help it. "Isn't there some other place where we can camp, Jo," asked Migwan, "and let these blossoms live? It seems such a pity to crush them."
Now seven girls with market baskets in addition to the driver are somewhat of a crowd, and there really was no room for Betty in the machine. Besides, Betty was a great tease and the girls dreaded to have her with them, so no one said a word of encouragement. "You can't come, and that is all there is to it," said Migwan rather crossly. She was in a hurry to be off and get the marketing done.
That little incident put patriotic fervor into all of them and the evening was filled with animated discussions and hearty singing of war songs. Migwan declared on the way home that Mr. Wing was the most charming man she had ever met. Hinpoha thought the artist was even more charming and hoped they would meet him often. Sahwah said nothing.
"Oh," said Migwan in a disappointed tone, laying the dress down. "What did you want with it?" asked her mother. "Why, I thought if it was just a dress," replied Migwan, "I could make it over to wear to Gladys's party, but of course if it is your wedding dress you wouldn't care to have it changed." "I don't see why not," said Mrs. Gardiner. "It's no good as it is.
Gardiner, after thinking the matter over. "It is too yellow to use as it is, and there is no time to bleach it properly." So it was ripped up and dyed Nile green, a shade which was particularly becoming to Migwan. There was enough goods in the train to make the entire dress, so there was no need to do any piecing.
"Do you suppose you could finish this sweeping?" she asked Migwan. "My back aches so I just can't stand up any longer." "Why can't Betty do it?" asked Migwan a little impatiently, for she thought she ought not be disturbed when she was engaged in such an important piece of work. "Betty's off in the neighborhood somewhere," said her mother wearily.
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