dmangi were trying to get all the water out
of theirs before getting in themselves, while Nakwisi and Chapa
had theirs half empty and had managed to get in and were
splashing the water out from both sides at once. Sahwah and
Migwan stopped ducking each other to watch the righting process.
Nakwisi and Chapa had just triumphantly paddled up to the canoe
dock, and Nyoda and Medmangi were just about ready to start, when
Hinpoha shouted that the _Bluebird_ was coming. The girls looked
up to find the little steamer hardly a hundred yards from the
dock. "Sahwah," cried Nyoda, hastily coming up on the dock,
"where is the sheet you were going to wave from the tower when
the _Bluebird_ came in sight?"

"It's up on top," said Sahwah, running for the ladder. An
instant later she was frantically waving the sheet from the top
of the tower. There was no time for the girls to get dry clothes
on before the boat stopped beside the dock. They lined up all
dripping, except Hinpoha, to greet, the newcomer, and looked on
expectantly when a young girl of about sixteen stepped ashore.
Nyoda advanced and held out her hand.

"Welcome to Camp Winnebago," she said cordially. "Girls, this is
Gladys Evans, our new member, whose father has made it possible
for us to camp here this summer. Winnebago Maidens, stand forth
and tell your names! You begin, 'Poha."

"I am Hinpoha," said the girl addressed, an extremely fat girl
with an amazing quantity of bright red hair that curled below her
waist, "it means 'Curly Haired."'

"I am Sahwah the Sunfish," said a slim brown-haired maiden with
dancing eyes. "I chose the Sun part because I like sunshine and
the Fish part because I like to swim. I am very virtuous and a
pattern of propriety." The girls shouted with laughter.

"My name is Migwan," said the next girl. "It means 'Quill Pen,'
and stands for my ambition to write stories and things." She was
a thoughtful-looking girl with a beautiful high forehead and
large dreamy eyes.

So all the girls introduced themselves, Chapa the Chipmunk,
Medmangi the Medicine Man Girl, and Nakwisi the Star Maiden. "And
this," they cried in unison, encircling one of their number with
affectionate arms, "is Nyoda, the best Guardian that ever lived!"

"How do you do, Miss Kent?" said Gladys, in a high, artificially
sweet voice, staring amazedly at her wet clothes and then around
at the dishevelled group. She was a very fair girl, rather tall,
but slender