“Always room for one more,” said Migwan. “You’re the third weary pilgrim to arrive.”
Sahwah looked at Nyoda and Gladys in astonishment. “You don’t mean that you’re here for the summer, too?” When she heard that this was the truth she twinkled with delight. “It’s going to be almost as much fun as going camping together was last year,” she said, burying her nose in the mug of milk which Migwan hospitably set before her.
“What do you call this house by the side of the road?” asked Nyoda after supper, when they were all sitting on the porch. Mrs. Gardiner sat placidly rocking herself, undisturbed by the unexpected addition of three members to her family. This whole summer venture was in Migwan’s hands, and she washed hers of the whole affair. Tom sat on the top step of the porch, unnaturally quiet, with the air of a boy lost among a whole crowd of girls. Betty, fascinated by Nyoda, sat at her feet and watched her as she talked.
“It has no name,” said Migwan, in answer to Nyoda’s question.
“Then we must find one immediately,” said Nyoda. “I refuse to sleep in a nameless place.”
“Did the place where you used to live have a name?” asked Hinpoha, banteringly.
“It certainly did ‘have a name,’” replied Nyoda, with a twinkle in her eye. Gladys caught her eye and laughed. She was more in Nyoda’s confidence than the rest of the girls.
“What was the name?” asked Betty.
“It was Peacock Plaza,” said Nyoda, “painted on a gold sign over the door, where all who read could run.”
“That wasn’t what you called it,” said Gladys.