“Oh, how jolly!” cried Sahwah eagerly.  “Where are we to be?” she continued, filled with a sudden burning desire to live in the Alley.

“You’ll know soon,” said Miss Judith, with another one of her quizzical smiles, and with that the Winnebagos had to be content.

In a few moments dinner was finished and Mrs. Grayson rose and read the tent assignments.  The tents all had names, it appeared; there was Bedlam and Avernus, Jabberwocky, Hornets, Nevermore, Gibraltar, Tamaracks, Fairview, Woodpeckers, Ravens, All Saints, Aloha, and a number of others which the Winnebagos could not remember at one hearing.  Three girls and one councilor were assigned to each tent.  Sahwah and Agony and Hinpoha heard themselves called to go to Gitchee-Gummee; Gladys and Migwan were put with Bengal Virden, the Elephant’s Child from India, into a tent called Ponemah; while Katherine and Oh-Pshaw were assigned, without any tentmate, to “Bedlam.”  The Winnebagos smiled involuntarily when this last assignment was read, knowing how well Katherine’s erratic nature befitted the name of the place.  Gitchee-Gummee, Sahwah found to her delight, was the tent nearest the woods; next to it, but on the other side of a small gully, spanned by a rustic bridge, came Aloha, Pom-pom’s tent; on the other side of Aloha stood Ponemah, in the shadow of twin pines of immense height; while Bedlam was farther along in the same row, just beyond Avernus.  Avernus, the Winnebagos noticed to their amusement, was a tent pitched in a deep hollow, the approach to which was a rocky passage down a steep hillside, strikingly suggestive of the classical entrance way to the nether regions.  Only the ridgepole of Avernus was visible from the level upon which Bedlam stood, all the rest of it being hidden by the high rocks which surround it.  Bedlam, on the other hand, was built on a height, and commanded a view of nearly all the other tents, being itself a conspicuous object in the landscape.

To their secret joy, the Winnebagos saw that their tents were all in the back row, in the Alley.  Agony, especially, was exultant, since she saw that Mary Sylvester was also in the Alley.  Mary was in Aloha, Pom-pom’s tent, right next door, and Agony had a feeling that wherever Mary Sylvester was, there would be the center of things, and being right next door might have its advantages.

“We’re going to have Miss Judith for a councilor,” remarked Sahwah joyfully, as she dumped her armful of blankets down on one of the beds—­the one on the side toward the woods.

“I wonder which bed she would like,” said Hinpoha, standing irresolutely in the center of the floor with her armful of bedding.

“Here she comes now,” announced Agony.  “Let’s wait and ask her.”

“Well, she wouldn’t want this one anyway,” remarked Sahwah, as she straightened the mattress on her bed preparatory to spreading the sheets, “it sags in the middle like everything.  I didn’t take the best one if I did take first choice”—­a fact which was apparent to all.