Hinpoha emphatically.

"Maybe I have a reason for not singing," said Gladys in a lofty
manner.

"Well, what is it?" said Sahwah, exasperated into sharp speech.
Gladys pursed up her lips but did not reply.

Nyoda saw that a storm was brewing. It was the inevitable result
of the girls having been pent up so close together for over two
days. She pulled out her watch. "It's time for folk dancing,"
she announced briskly. The girls looked out of the window. The
rain was still teeming down. "Who's game to put on her bathing
suit and dance in the rain?" asked Nyoda.

"I, I," cried all the girls. They followed her to the tennis
court, where they did such dances as they could without music and
ended up with a lively game of "Three Deep," the water running
down over their faces. "Let's play 'Stump the Leader,"' said
Nyoda, when they had grown tired of "Three Deep."; "Follow me."
She led them a wild chase all over the camp, over rocks and
stumps, around trees and through puddles, then down on the dock.
She dove into the lake, swam around the dock, climbed out on the
rocks, out on the dock again and climbed the tower, from which
she jumped, the girls keeping close behind her, all except
Gladys. By the time swimming hour was over the girls had let off
enough steam to dwell together again in peace and amity.

Late that afternoon the rain ceased and the sun peeped out, pale
and wan from his long imprisonment. At the first beam that shone
through the girls were out of the shack with a whoop and began
putting up the Omega tent. "Let Hinpoha and me do it alone!"
shrieked Sahwah, pushing the others away, "if only two do it we
get an honor, if more help we don't!"

"Right-O," said Nyoda, stepping back, "do your worst, you two."

The tent was re-erected, and the girls scrambled around looking
for their scattered possessions.

"And the looking glass didn't even break!" said Migwan, picking
it up from one of the beds where it had landed when the tent went
down.

The next morning the sun shone in splendor and the sky was deep
blue and cloudless, while a high wind did its best to dry up the
ground. "Isn't it fine to be dry again?" said Migwan, looking
approvingly at her canvas shoes. "For the last three days I've
felt like a water-soaked sponge."

"Goodness, but the lake is rough," said Nyoda, watching Sahwah
out in a canoe, which was nearly standing on end. Her hair stood
out straight behind her in the wind and she r