"Undine."
"Undine!" repeated Sahwah. "How lovely! I"ve always been perfectly crazy about Undine since I got the book on my tenth birthday. Undine was fond of water, like I was. What"s the rest of your name?"
"Girelle," replied Undine.
"Do you live in the east or in the west?" asked Sahwah. "You don"t speak like the Easterners, and yet you don"t speak like us Westerners, either.
What part of the country are you from?"
"No part at all," answered Undine. "My home is in Honolulu."
"Not really?" said Sahwah in astonishment.
"Really," replied Undine, smiling at Sahwah"s look of surprise. "I was born in Hawaii, and I have lived there most of my life."
"Oh," said Sahwah, "I thought only Hawaiians lived in Hawaii--I didn"t know anyone else was ever _born_ there."
"Lots of white people are born there," replied Undine, politely checking the smile that wreathed her lips at Sahwah"s ingenuous remark.
"But," she added, "most of the people in the States seem to think no one lives in Hawaii but natives, and that they wear wreaths of flowers around their necks all the time and do nothing but play on ukuleles."
Sahwah laughed and made up her mind that she was going to like Undine very much. "I suppose you swim?" she asked, presently.
Undine nodded emphatically. "It"s the thing I like to do best of anything in the world. Do you like it? Oh, yes, of course you do. You call yourself the Sunfish on that account."
Sahwah affirmed her love for the deep, and thrilled a little at discovering an enthusiasm to match hers in this girl from Honolulu. The rest of the Winnebagos, although good swimmers, did not possess in an equal degree Sahwah"s inborn pa.s.sion for the water. Sahwah and Undine both felt the call of the river as it flowed past the dock; to each of them it beckoned with an irresistible invitation, until they could hardly restrain themselves from leaping off the boards into the cool, gla.s.sy depths below.
"Here comes Miss Armstrong!" shouted somebody at the other end of the dock, as the big Australian came into view down the path, and there was a scramble for the diving tower.
The swimming place at Camp Keewaydin was divided into three parts. A shallow cove at the left of the dock, where the curve of the river formed a tiny bay, was the sporting ground of the Minnows, the girls who could not swim at all; the Perch, or those who could swim a little, but were not yet sure of themselves, were a.s.signed to the other side of the dock, where the water was slightly deeper, but where they were protected by the dock from the full force of the current; while the Sharks, the expert swimmers, were given the freedom of the river beyond the end of the pier. The diving tower was on the end of the pier and belonged exclusively to the Sharks; it was fifteen feet high, and had seven different diving boards placed at various heights. Besides the diving tower, there was a floating dock anch.o.r.ed out in midstream, having a springboard at either end. There was also a low diving board at the side of the pier for the Perch to practice on.
Miss Armstrong came down on the dock in a bright red bathing suit which shone brilliantly among the darker suits of the girls. She rapidly separated the Minnows from the other fish, and set them to learning their first strokes under the direction of one of the other councilors.
Then she lined the remaining girls up for the test which would determine who were Sharks and who were Perch. The test consisted of a dive from any one of the diving boards of the tower and a demonstration of four standard strokes, ending up with a swim across the river and back.
About a dozen dropped out at the mere reading of the test and accepted their rating as Perch without a trial; as many more failed either to execute their dives properly or to give satisfaction in their swimming strokes. Sahwah, burning with impatience to show her skill, climbed nimbly up to the very top of the tower and went off the highest springboard in a neat back dive that drew applause from the watchers, including Miss Armstrong. She also pa.s.sed the rest of the test with a perfect rating.
"You"re the biggest Shark so far," remarked Miss Armstrong, as Sahwah clambered up on the dock after her swim across the river, during which she had almost outdistanced the boat which accompanied her over and back.
Sahwah smiled modestly as one of the old campers started a cheer for her, and turned to watch Undine Girelle, who was mounting the diving tower. When Undine also went off the highest springboard backward, and in addition turned a complete somersault before she touched the water, Sahwah realized that she had met her match, if not her master.
Heretofore, Sahwah"s swimming prowess had been unrivalled in whatever group she found herself, and it was a matter of course with the Winnebagos that Sahwah should carry off all honors in aquatics. Now they had to admit that in Undine Girelle Sahwah had a formidable rival and would have to look sharply to her laurels.
"Isn"t she wonderful?" came in exclamations from all around, as Undine sported in the water like a dolphin. "But then," someone added, "she"s used to bathing in the surf in Hawaii. No wonder."
There were about fifteen put in the Shark cla.s.s in the first try-out, of whom Sahwah and Undine were acknowledged to be the best. Hinpoha and Gladys and Migwan also qualified as Sharks; Katherine went voluntarily into the Perch cla.s.s, and Agony failed to pa.s.s her diving test, although she accomplished her distance swim and the demonstration of the strokes.
Agony felt somewhat humiliated at having to go into the second cla.s.s; she would much rather have been in the more conspicuous Shark group.
Sahwah had already made a reputation for herself; Hinpoha drew admiring attention when she let her glorious red curls down her back to dry them in the sun; but she herself had so far made no special impression upon the camp. Why hadn"t she distinguished herself like Sahwah, or Undine Girelle, Agony thought enviously. Others were already fast on their way to becoming prominent, but so far she was still going unnoticed. Her spirit chafed within her at her obscurity.
Oh-Pshaw, alas, was only a Minnow. The fear of water which had lurked in her ever since the accident in her early childhood had kept her from any attempt to learn to swim. It was only since she had become a Winnebago and had once conquered her fear on that memorable night beside the Devil"s Punch Bowl that she began to entertain the idea that some day she, too, might be at home in the water like the others. It was still a decided ordeal for her to go in; to feel the water flowing over her feet and to hear it splash against the piles of the dock and gurgle over the stones along the sh.o.r.e; but she resolutely steeled her nerves against the sound and the feel of the water, forcing back the terror that gripped her like an icy hand, and courageously tried to follow the director"s instructions to put her face down under the surface. It was no use; she could not quite bring herself to do it; the moment the water struck her chin wild panic seized her and she would straighten up with a choking cry. She looked with envy at the other novices around her who fearlessly threw themselves into the water face downward, learning "Dead Man"s Float" inside of ten minutes. She would never be able to do _that_, she reflected sorrowfully, as she climbed up on the dock before the period was half over, utterly worn out and discouraged by her repeated failures to bring her head under water.
Beside her on the dock sat a thin wisp of a girl whose bathing suit was not even wet.
"Didn"t you go in?" asked Oh-Pshaw.
"No," replied the girl in a high, piping voice, and Oh-Pshaw recognized her as the dweller in Avernus who had come over that first day and asked them how to make her bed. Carmen Chadwick, they had found out her name was.
"I"m afraid of the water," continued Carmen. "Mamma never let me go in at home. She doesn"t think it"s quite ladylike for girls to swim."
Oh-Pshaw smiled in spite of herself. "Oh, I don"t think it makes girls unladylike to learn how to swim," she defended. "It"s considered to be a fine exercise; about the best there is to develop all the muscles."
"Oh!" said Carmen primly. "That"s what mamma doesn"t like, to have my muscles all lumpy and developed. She wants to keep me soft and curved."
Oh-Pshaw stifled a shriek with difficulty, and turning aside to hide her twinkling eyes she caught sight of the Lone Wolf standing on the dock not far away, gazing mournfully into the Minnow pond.
"What do you think of _her_?" asked Oh-Pshaw hastily, steering the conversation away from muscles and kindred unladylike topics.
"She"s my Councy," replied Carmen.
"Your what?"
"My Councy--my Councilor. I"m frightened to death of her."
"Why, what does she do?" asked Oh-Pshaw in consternation.
"She doesn"t do anything, in particular," replied Carmen. "She just stares at me solemn as an owl and every little while she puts her head down on her bed under the pillow. Do you know," she continued, sinking her voice to a whisper, "I believe there is something the matter with her mind."
"Really!" said Oh-Pshaw, her voice shaking ever so slightly.
"She doesn"t seem to realize what she is saying, at all," said Carmen.
"Do you remember when Dr. Grayson introduced her he said she was real good and pious, but she isn"t a bit pious. She didn"t bring any Bible with her and she didn"t say any prayers before she went to bed."
"Maybe she said them to herself after she was in bed," remarked Oh-Pshaw, when she could control her voice again. "Lots of people do, you know."
"I don"t believe she did," replied Carmen in a tone of conviction. "I watched her. She made shadow animals with her fingers on the tent wall in the moonlight the minute she got into bed, and she kept it up until she went to sleep."
Out of the corner of her eye Oh-Pshaw saw the Lone Wolf moving toward them, and hastily changed the subject. "Why did you put your bathing suit on when you didn"t have any intention of going into the water?" she asked, seizing upon the first thing that came into her mind.
"It looks so well on me," replied Carmen. "Don"t you think it does?"
"Y-yes, it d-does," admitted Oh-Pshaw, her teeth suddenly beginning to chatter, and she realized that she was sitting out too long in her wet bathing suit. "I g-guess I"ll g-go up and get dressed," she finished, between the shivers that shook her like a reed.
The Lone Wolf came up to her and taking her own sweater off wrapped it around her and hustled her off toward her tent.
Just then the cry of "All out!" sounded on the dock and the swimmers came flocking out of the water with many an exclamation of regret that the time was up.
"Oh, please, Tiny, may I do this one dive?" coaxed Bengal from one of the boards on the tower. "I"m all in a position to do it--see?"
"Time"s up," replied Tiny inexorably, and Bengal reluctantly relinquished her dive and climbed down from the tower.
"Next test for Sharks a week from today!" called Tiny in her megaphone voice to the Perches, as she mounted the diving tower in preparation for her own initial plunge. The swimming instructors had their own swimming time after the girls were out of the water.