The Camp Fire Girls at School

The Camp Fire Girls at School

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Title: The Camp Fire Girls at School
Author: Hildegard G. Frey
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THE CAMP FIRE GIRLS AT SCHOOL
or, The Wohelo Weavers

By Hildegard G. Frey
Author of
"The Camp Fire Girls in the Maine Woods", "The Camp Fire Girls at
Onoway House", "The Camp Fire Girls Go Motoring."
1916
CHAPTER I.
CHRONICLES IN COLOR.
"Speaking of diaries," said Gladys Evans, "what do you think of this for
one?" She spread out a bead band, about an inch and a half wide and a
yard or more long, in which she had worked out in colors the main
events of her summer's camping trip with the Winnebago Camp Fire
Girls. The girls dropped their hand work and crowded around Gladys to
get a better look at the band, which told so cleverly the story of their
wonderful summer.
"Oh, look," cried "Sahwah" Brewster, excitedly pointing out the figures,
"there's Shadow River and the canoe floating upside down, and Ed
Roberts serenading Gladys--only it turned out to be Sherry serenading
Nyoda--and the Hike, and the Fourth of July pageant, and everything!"
The Winnebagos were loud in their expressions of admiration, and the
"Don't you remembers" fell thick and fast as they recalled the events
depicted in the bead band.
It was a crisp evening in October and the Winnebagos were having
their Work Meeting at the Bradford house, as the guests of Dorothy
Bradford, or "Hinpoha," as she was known in the Winnebago circle.
Here were all the girls we left standing on the boat dock at Loon Lake,
looking just the same as when we saw them last, a trifle less sunburned
perhaps, but just as full of life and spirit. Scissors, needles and crochet
hooks flew fast as the seven girls and their Guardian sat around the
cheerful wood fire in the library. Sahwah was tatting, Gladys and
Migwan were embroidering, and Miss Kent, familiarly known as

"Nyoda," the Guardian of the Winnebago group, was "mending her
hole-proof hose," as she laughingly expressed it. The three more quiet
girls in the circle, Nakwisi the Star Maiden, Chapa the Chipmunk, and
Medmangi the Medicine Man Girl, were working out their various
symbols in crochet patterns. Hinpoha was down on the floor popping
corn over the glowing logs and turning over a row of apples which had
been set before the fireplace to warm. The firelight streaming over her
red curls made them shine like burning embers, until it seemed as if
some of the fire had escaped from the grate and was playing around her
face. Every few minutes she reached out her hand and dealt a gentle
slap on the nose of "Mr. Bob," a young cocker spaniel attached to the
house of Bradford, who persistently tried to take the apples in his
mouth. Nyoda finally came to the rescue and diverted his attention by
giving him her darning egg to chew. The room was filled with the
light-hearted chatter of the girls. Sahwah was relating with many
giggles, how she had gotten into a scrape at school.
"And old Professor Fuzzytop made me bring all my books and sit up at
that little table beside his desk for a week. Of course I didn't mind that a
bit, because then I could see what everybody in the room was doing
instead of just the few around me. The only thing I prayed for was that
Miss Muggins wouldn't come in and see me, because she has taken a
sort of fancy to me and makes it easy for me in Latin, but if I ever fall
from grace she won't pass me. But of all the luck, right in the middle of
the Fourth Hour when everybody was in the room studying, in she
walked. I saw her as she opened the door and quick as a wink I opened
up the big dictionary on the table and buried my nose in it, so she'd
think I had gone up there of my own accord. She stopped and looked at
me, then patted me encouragingly on the shoulder and remarked what a
studious girl I was. I thought everybody in the