, I'll beat you a game of tennis." And off went
the two cronies, arm in arm.

Gladys came and sat beside Migwan, who was spending her
convalescent days in a steamer chair on the porch of the shack,
where she could watch the girls in the lake and be with them
during Craft hour. Nyoda had summoned a doctor from the village
who proclaimed Migwan's dislocation a slight one and her prompt
setting of it a good thing, and promised that in a few weeks it
would be as good as ever. Meanwhile, however, she had to keep
off her feet, and the enforced rest bothered her more than the
pain did at first. She read a good deal, however, and did much
Craft work, and the days went by somehow.

"What are you doing?" asked Gladys.

"Making a woodblock," said Migwan.

"What's it for?"

"Why, you cut a design in the wood," explained Migwan, "and then
use it to stamp things with, either scarfs or table covers or
book-plates. This is for a book-plate."

"What's a book-plate?" asked Gladys.

"It's a thin sheet of paper stamped with a design bearing your
name. You paste it in the front of your books. See my design?
The tall pine trees on either side mean friendship; the rocks
underneath signify that my friendships have a firm foundation.
The letters underneath read, 'Migwan, Her Book.' You have to
carve the letters backward so they will print forward. The
feather design around the letters is made from my symbol, which
is the Quill Pen."

Gladys sat watching Migwan's busy knife cutting out the design.
"Why don't you bring your Craft work and keep me company?" asked
Migwan presently. "I hate Craft work," said Gladys fretfully,
"but I suppose I might as well work on my ceremonial gown." She
brought the gown and sat down beside Migwan. "Do you think these
beads would be pretty hanging down this way?" she asked, pinning
several strings of gay-colored beads to the leather collar.

"You aren't going to put those beads on your dress, are you?"
asked Migwan in surprise.

"Why not?" said Gladys, "you've got beads hanging all over
yours."

"But they're all honor beads," explained Migwan, "and stand for
something."

"But I have no honor beads," said Gladys.

"Then you must win some. We all went with our dresses undecorated
until we had won honors."

"I don't care," said Gladys, "I'm going to decorate mine. I
won't be the only plain one. Miss Kent," she called, as their
guardian passed by with an armful of firewood, "I may put