The Camp Fire Girls Go Motoring; Or, Along the Road That Leads the Way

selves, and as I was official reporter of the Winnebagos anyway, it was no more nor less than my solemn duty. Sahwah says that the only thing

self hardly worth recording; namely, that tan khaki was all the rage for outing s

that never-to-be-forgotten trip, I was sitting at the window watching the evenin

ne, in the infinite

stars, the forget-m

around the voting booth that stood on the corner. They kept dodging around the four sides, playing cat and mouse, and trying to catch each other by means of every trick they could think of. One would go a little way and then stop and listen for the footsteps of the other; then she would double back and go the other way, and thus they kept it up, never coming face to face. I stopped dream

we wouldn't forget them when we came to write the Count, Nyoda said jokingly, "You'd better

ossibly fall to the lot of one set of human beings, and I suppose all

were going to have such a quiet time at Onoway House, and sat up and chuckled on the knees of the gods. In the light of

irls have told their tale so many times that it seems as if I had actually experienced their adventures myself, and so will write every

ery opportunity to develop resourcefulness. He thinks she has improved wonderfully since joining the Winnebagos and considered this motor trip a good way of testing how much she can do for herself. Gladys scoffed at the idea of wiring home for help when Nyoda was along, for Nyoda has toured a great deal and once drove her uncle's car home from Los Angeles when he broke his arm. Gladys's father knew full well that Nyoda was perfectly capable of engineering the trip or he never would have proposed it in the first place, but he never can resist the temp

le it by a set of tennis. They played all afternoon and couldn't get a set. We finally intervened and dragged them from the court in the name of humanity, for the sun was scorching and we were afraid they would be doing the Sun Dance as Ophelia

see the place since reading Alice of Old Vincennes. So to humor her we included Vincennes on the road to Louisville, although it was quite a bit out of the way. Then from Louisville we planned to go up to Cincinnati and see the Rookwood Pottery that Nyoda is so crazy about

tan regulation Camp Fire hats, with green motor veils. Besides being eminently sensible the combination was wonderfully pretty, as even critical Hinpoha, who, at first wanted us to wear smart white and blue suits, had to admi

all the time or not. Nyoda is an advocate of Preparedness. It was this spirit that prompted her to make me take an extra note-book along, not the premonition that there was going to be

ve was christened the Striped Beetle, on account of the black and gold stripes, and the black car was called the Glow-worm, because that's what it reminds you of when

sed that she and Gladys play "John Kempo" for us. (That isn't spelled right, but no matter.) Gladys won Hinpoha, Chapa and M

me. The awful weight of poverty which had sat on my shoulders last year, and had made my school days more of a nightmare than anything else was lifted, and here was I, "Migwan, the Penpusher", actually about to start out on an automobile

Missis Sahwah!" said the Doctor,

if it rains?" a

's eye had been country roads gleaming in the sunshine, but Gladys said scornfully that she w

id Sahwah, who always has the

?" aske

o the idea. "A 'doings' to scare away

a propitiatory offering to the Rain Bird. Thoroughly in the mood for such nonsense, now she proceeded to chant weird chants around the altar to protect us from all sorts of things on the road; to soften the hearts of traffic policemen; to keep the tires from bursting, and the machinery from cutting up cape

a of vestal-Nyoda walked in. There was only one low lamp burning in order to carry out Sahwah's idea o

ahwah, warningly. "If you touch it it

lew to light the light and Sahwah picked Nyoda up out of the mess and set her in a chair, while the rest of us collected the scattered articles and tidied up the r

Medmangi, and Nyoda drove the Glow-worm right behind her with Sahwah, Nakwisi and myself. Hinpoha insisted upon bringing Mr. Bob, her black cocker spaniel, along as a mascot. Of course, everybody wanted to sit beside the driver and we had to compromise by planning to change seats every ho

p and down on the seat with impatience. "What's the matter

"I want it distinctly understood that anybody who indu

ur green veils fluttering in the breeze. Mr. Evans waved the paper on which the bet was recorded significantly, and shouted "Remember!" in a sepulchral tone, and it was plain to be seen he was sure he would win the bet. He even tempted Fa

g with pride to think that I, for once, belonged to such a gay company, I, who all my life had to be content with shabby things. I suppose we must have cut quite a figure with our tan suits all al

gion on account of the grapes. The vineyards stretched for miles along the road and the air was sweet

meadows ric

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p of brilliant red geraniums through the middle of a green field and the effect was too gorgeous for description. (I'm glad I not

about the Striped Beetle, and, of course, we had resurrected the one-time popular

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politely inquired which one of us expected to be led to her Prince Char

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h a good time as I did on the road to Toledo. We got there about noon and went to a large restaurant for dinner. Even there people looked up from their t

t the two ends and got into a dispute as to which end was the head of the table. "Stop quarrelin

t and I couldn't blame the man for admiring her, but we did want Nyoda to ourselves on this trip, and the thought of having men mixed up in it put a damper on my spirits. I suppose Nyoda will leave us for a man sometime, but the thought always makes me ill. I came out of my li

clared, owning her defeat with as good grace as she could. And F

old woman tried to cross the street just in front of the Glow-worm. Nyoda sounded the horn warningly but the noise seemed to confuse her. She got across the middle of the street in safety and Nyoda quickened up a bit, when the woman lost her head and started back for the side she had come from. She darted right in front of the Glow-w

ce more. Then for the first time we noticed that the Striped Beetle was nowhere in sight. Apparently Gl