e blew, and with a whoop Sahwah leapt from bed,
while Migwan rose and donned her bathing suit. "Coming in for a
dip, Gladys?" she asked.

"Is the water cold?" asked Gladys.

"Well, yes," said Migwan honestly. "It usually is in the morning
before the sun has shone very long on it." Gladys decided she
would not take a dip. Hinpoha slumbered calmly on. Sahwah pulled
the pillow from under her head with a quick jerk and plucked the
blankets off. Hinpoha opened her eyes sleepily.

"Wake up, lazy bones," said Sahwah. "It's time to dip!"

"Have a heart," mumbled Hinpoha, opening her eyes a little
farther, "the bugle hasn't blown yet!"

"Indeed it has, a whole minute ago! Hurry up or you'll miss the
dip!" Sahwah prodded Hinpoha energetically. Hinpoha struggled
into her bathing suit and sped down the path to the lake, hot in
pursuit of Sahwah. Migwan had already gone down. A minute later
the girls from the other tent ran out, calling a cheery
good-morning to Gladys. A series of splashes and shrieks
followed, which proclaimed the coldness of the water. Gladys lay
cozily in bed, watching the chipmunks as they scampered across
the floor of the tent. Presently another bugle sounded from
somewhere and the girls returned, dripping and rosy, to hustle
into middies and bloomers.

"Aren't you going to get up, Gladys?" asked Migwan. "That second
bugle means 'get up,' you know."

"Does it?" said Gladys, and rose reluctantly. It seemed as if
she had just gone to sleep. She was still combing her hair
before the tiny mirror that hung on the tent pole swinging in the
wind when the breakfast bugle blew. Migwan waited for her
dutifully and escorted her to the "Mess Tent," where the other
girls were already gathered around the table.

"We'll call it the 'Mess Tent' until we can find a prettier name
for it," explained Migwan. "Sahwah thinks we should call it the
'Grand Gorge.' Have you anything to suggest?"

"No," replied Gladys, "I haven't."

Nyoda greeted Gladys cordially and asked how she slept, and the
other girls sang her a Kindergarten Good Morning song, making
funny little bows and bobs. Then they sang the Camp Fire Grace,
"If We Have Earned the Right to Eat This Bread," and set to work
making the fruit and pancakes and cocoa disappear like magic.
Gladys ate nearly as much as the others, although she would have
been very much surprised if you had told her so. The meal over,
each girl carried her dishes and s