“To think we have friends all over the country, just because we know the meaning of the word Wohelo!” said Migwan in an awed tone, as the Winnebagos crowded around Gladys to see the flower which had come from far off Alaska, a silent All Hail from kindred spirits.
Just at this point Ophelia, who was coming a long way with the coffee-pot in her hand, tripped over a root and sprawled on her face on the ground, showering everybody near her with coffee. “We have your title now,” said Nyoda, “it’s Ophelia-Face-in-the-Mud. You’re always falling that way.”
“And I know what your name is,” replied Ophelia.
“What is it?” asked Nyoda, guilelessly.
“It’s Nyoda-Chased-by-a-Farmer,” said Ophelia.
Nyoda started and looked guilty. “How did you know that?” she asked, giving herself away completely.
“Followed you,” said Ophelia. “I saw you fishin’ where the sign said to keep out and the man in the blue shirt sleeves chased you out.”
“Tell us about it,” demanded all the girls, and Nyoda had to tell the whole story that she wanted to keep a secret.
“Fishy, fishy in the brook,
But the fishers ‘got the hook,’”
chanted Sahwah, teasingly. Nyoda and Farmer Landsdowne looked sheepish at the jokes that were thrown at them thick and fast, but they stood it good-naturedly.