“What?” asked Nyoda, looking up inquiringly from the cup of cocoa she was handing to Gladys. The rest of the Winnebagos looked at Sahwah in open-mouthed astonishment.
“How fast would a Primitive Woman go up and how many pounds would she pull?” repeated Nyoda. “What is it, a riddle?”
“No, a kite,” replied Sahwah impatiently. “I mean a kite built like Many Eyes, our Primitive Woman symbol; would she fly high and pull a heavy tail?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” replied Nyoda. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I’ve entered the kite-flying contest that the Boy Scouts of this town are having, and I thought of building my kite in the Primitive Woman shape.”
“You’ve entered a kite-flying contest that the Boy Scouts are having!” exclaimed Hinpoha in surprise. “How on earth did you happen to do that?”
“It’s open to outsiders,” replied Sahwah. “I saw a Scout nailing a bulletin on a tree in the square down town challenging all the boys in town to a kite-flying contest on Commons Field next Saturday afternoon.”
“All the boys in town!” replied Hinpoha. “Since when are you a boy?”
“Well,” replied Sahwah, “I read the sign and I remembered how I used to love to fly kites with my brother and I thought what fun it would be to go into the contest. So I ran after the Scout who had nailed up the bulletin and asked him if we Winnebagos couldn’t enter the contest, and he was awfully nice about it when he heard we were Camp Fire Girls. He said of course we couldn’t build a decent kite, no girl could, but if we wanted to go into the contest and get beaten the Scouts wouldn’t care. So I wrote our name in the space under the announcement that was left for the entries, and we’re going to be in the contest! On the way home I thought of building the kite in the shape of Primitive Woman, which would be original and symbolic. Do you think she’d fly high, Nyoda?” she asked anxiously.
“I can’t say,” replied Nyoda. “I’ll have to confess that I know nothing whatever about the art of flying kites. My childhood was sadly neglected, I’m afraid, but that’s one thing I never did. All you can do is make one and try.”
Sahwah set to work right after breakfast with sticks of wood and brown wrapping paper and by afternoon her kite was ready for its trial flight. All the Winnebagos went out to help fly it. The trial was a success. Primitive Woman soared high at a good rate of speed and pulled a five-pound tail. Jubilant, Sahwah stripped the common wrapping paper from the frame and with fine brown paper which Nyoda gave her began to construct a Primitive Woman which was a work of art. Hinpoha painted the features on the triangle-shaped head, and under her clever brush Many Eyes was soon looking out on the world with a serene and confident smile. The Winnebagos were enchanted with the result and all enthusiastic about the contest now.
“Many Eyes, you’re holding the honor of the Camp Fire Girls in your hands,” said Sahwah solemnly. “You’ve got to fly faster than any kite a mere Boy Scout can invent. You’ve got to win!” And it seemed to the girls, surrounding Many Eyes as she stood up against the wall to dry, that her smile widened in a promise of victory.