"I don't care," declared Sahwah, "I'd rather be an Omega any day than an Alpha. We have a better view of the lake."
"But we keep our tent neater," said Chapa, "and so it looks better."
"Like fun you keep yours neater," returned Sahwah.
"We get higher marks than you right along," said Chapa, "and that goes to show."
"Well," flashed Sahwah, "we'd get higher marks if it wasn't for—." Just in time she remembered her promise and broke off abruptly.
"If it wasn't for what?" asked Chapa.
"For the wind blowing our things around so," she finished lamely, and fell to carving her wood block furiously.
"Let's sing something," said Nyoda hastily.
"Migwan and Hinpoha, sing 'The Owl and the Pussy Cat,'" cried the girls in chorus. Thus urged, the two mounted the piano bench and acted out the romantic tale as they sang the words.
"Now let's all sing something," said Nyoda, when the amorous owl and the impassioned pussy had danced themselves off the bench. "What were some of those songs we sang on the hike?"