"It's an Indian name, Zara. It means Laughing Water. That's the name of the girl that Hiawatha loved, in the poem. I've read that, haven't you?" "I've never been able to read very much, Bessie. But that girl isn't an Indian. She's ever so much lighter than I am--she's as fair as you. And Indians are red, aren't they?" "She's not an Indian, Zara. That's right enough. It must be some sort of a game. Oh, listen!" For the older girl, the one Zara had pointed out, had spied Bessie's peeping face suddenly. "Look, girls!" she cried, pointing. And then, without a word of signal all the girls suddenly broke out into a song--a song Bessie had never heard before. "Wohelo for aye, Wohelo for aye, Wohelo, Wohelo, Wohelo for aye; Wohelo for work, Wohelo for health, Wohelo, Wohelo, Wohelo for love!" As they ended the song, all the girls, with laughing faces, followed the eyes of their leader and looked at Bessie, who, frightened at first when she saw that she had been discovered, now returned the look shyly. There was something so kind, so friendly, about the manner of these strange girls that her fear had vanished. "Won't you come out and talk to us?" asked the leader of the crowd. She came forward alone toward the door of the cabin, looking at Bessie with interest. "My name is Wanaka--that is, my Camp Fire name," said the stranger. "We are Manasquan Camp Fire Girls, you know, and we've been camping out by this lake. Do you live here?" "No--not exactly, ma'am," said Bessie, still a little shy. "Then you must be camping out, too? It's fun, isn't it? But you're not alone, are you? Didn't I see another head peeping out?" "That's Zara. She's my friend, and she's with me," said Bessie. "And my name's Bessie King." She looked curiously at Wanaka. Bessie had never heard of the Camp Fire Girls, and the great movement they had begun, meant to do for American girls what the Boy Scout movement had begun so well for their brothers. "Well, won't you and Zara spend the day with us, if you are by yourselves?" asked Wanaka. "We'll take you over to camp in the canoes, and you can have dinner with us. We're going back now to cook it. The other girls have begun to prepare it already." "Oh, we'd like to!" cried Bessie. "I'm awfully hungry--and I'm sure Zara is, too." Bessie hadn't meant to say that. But the thought of a real meal had been too much for her. "Hungry!" cried Wanaka. "Why, haven't you had breakfast? Did you oversleep?" She looked about curiously. And Bessie saw that she could not deceive this tall, slim girl, with the wise eyes that seemed to see everything. "We--we haven't anything to eat," she said. And suddenly she was overcome with the thought of how hard things were going to be, especially for Zara, and tears filled her eyes.