"I don't care what she looks like, she'll fly," said Sahwah stoutly.
"Well, I care what she looks like," returned Agony. "I tell you everybody will laugh at us and our one-eyed kite."
"Let them laugh," retorted Sahwah, "I don't care."
"Oh, come on," said Migwan good-naturedly, "stop arguing about it. If we're going into the contest we'll have to get there pretty soon. We won't win, of course, but we'll show the boys that we're game, anyway. Like the 'poor, benighted Hindoo,' we'll 'do the best we kin do!' Be a sport, Agony, and come on."
Sahwah gathered up her kite in her arms and started for the door. Going through the hall she knocked Hinpoha's little purse mirror from the table and smashed it all to bits. Hinpoha was aghast. "Bad luck again!" she wailed.
"Never mind, 'Poha, I'll buy you another mirror," said Sahwah. "Just leave the pieces, I'll sweep them up when I come back."
Agony scolded about the crazy-looking kite all the way to Commons Field and Hinpoha resignedly accepted the fact that luck was against them, and they might as well not enter the contest. To all of their remarks Sahwah paid no heed, stubbornly keeping her determination to enter her beloved kite.
"We've got to be sports now and not back down," was the only thing she would say.
"Yes," said Migwan, "remember—"
"'Tis better to have flown and lost