Veronica had been caught in the toils of enemy agents, and was in some way having dealings with them.  Sahwah’s heart turned to water within her, and the strength went from her knees so that she could not stand up.  Veronica, one of the Winnebagos!  It was too horrible to believe!  She couldn’t believe it!  She wouldn’t believe it!  Her loyal heart stood up firmly to her prophetic soul and shouted defiant denials at its insinuating whispers.  No, no!  Veronica was not deceiving them; she was the sincere, true-hearted girl they thought her, and she was as loyal to America as they were.  There must be some explanation for her mysterious actions; it would all come out in time.  She would be true to Veronica and keep what she knew to herself, until she found out the truth.  She would never let Veronica know that she suspected her, never.  All her love for Veronica came over her in a rush and scattered to flight the dark suspicions.

A call from the garden broke on her ear.  “Sahwah!  Oh, Sahwah!  Where are you?”

“Here,” she answered, appearing at the back door.

“Where have you been?” called Hinpoha.  “We’ve been calling and calling for you.  Come look at the robin trying to swallow the enormous angle worm twice as big as himself!”

Sahwah went out, trying to look perfectly natural, and feeling as though her secret were written on her face in letters a foot high.  She looked at the girls closely, to see if by any chance Veronica were among them, but she was not.

“Where’s Veronica?” she asked in a voice which she hoped sounded idle and casual.

“Gone up to her room to lie down a while,” replied Nyoda.  “She got a headache from the sun.  She asked to be left undisturbed until dinner time.”

("Oh, if she only were in her room,” thought poor Sahwah!)

“Come on and help pick raspberries,” said Nyoda.  “We miss your nimble fingers.”

So Sahwah fell to work among the bushes, absently stripping off the luscious red globes into the baskets, but her mind was far away and she took little part in the gay talk that went on around her.  By and by, when the berries were all picked, Migwan said: 

“Let’s make a basket of leaves and fill it with some of the largest berries and take it to Veronica.”

Sahwah’s heart bounded painfully.  “Let me take it up,” she begged.

“All right,” replied Migwan.  “The rest of us are going to walk over with Agony and Oh-Pshaw while they take their berries home.”

The rest went out of the front gate and Sahwah, not knowing what else to do, went upstairs to Veronica’s room, carrying the berries.  She planned to leave them on Veronica’s dresser as a surprise for her when she should return, and then sit in her own room and read until dinner time.  Thinking Veronica’s room was empty she went right in without knocking.  Then she paused in astonishment, for there on the bed lay Veronica, with a wet towel tied around her head and her forehead drawn up into painful headache lines.  Sahwah nearly dropped the berries on the floor in her surprise, but recovered herself with an effort and approached the bed.