“Let’s make a magic over her,” suggested Hinpoha, “and then she can’t lose,” Hinpoha was always having rings wished on her fingers, and running around her chair to change her luck, and building rain jinxes before starting out on excursions.

“Let’s find a four-leaf clover and fasten it on her,” said Migwan.  “Where’ll we find one?”

“Out in the woods there’s a place where there are some,” replied Sahwah.

“We might take our supper out in the woods,” suggested Nyoda.  “Aren’t we going to have a Ceremonial Meeting tonight to take Agony and Oh-Pshaw into the Winnebagos?  We could have our Council Fire out in the woods after supper.”

“Let’s take Many Eyes along and make her our official mascot,” suggested Sahwah.  “We can install her with ceremonies, like we did Eeny-Meeny.”

This bit of nonsense was seized upon by the Winnebagos as a grand inspiration.  When Agony and Oh-Pshaw arrived at Carver House with their Ceremonial dresses in neat packages under their arms and their lists of honors in their hands they found the Winnebagos forming a procession out by the back gate.  Sahwah headed the parade, holding up above her head a huge kite made in the form of the symbolic Primitive Woman, with a long tail which the rest of the Winnebagos carried like pages carrying a queen’s court train.

“What on earth!” began Agony.

“Get on the end of the line and help carry her tail!” commanded Sahwah.

“What’s the idea?” demanded Agony suspiciously.  “Are we getting initiated?”

“No,” explained Sahwah.  “This is Many Eyes, our entry in the Boy Scout’s kite-flying contest.  We’re conveying her in state to the Council Rock.  We’re going to make her our official mascot and then she’ll be sure to win the contest.”

“And we’re going to find a four-leaf clover and put it on her and render her impassable,” said Hinpoha.  Hinpoha was trying to think of “unsurpassable,” and “impassable” was the nearest she came to it.

Agony and Oh-Pshaw joined themselves on to the procession with alacrity.

“We passed the Boy Scouts’ bulletin board on the way over,” said Agony, “and we saw that the Winnebagos were entered in the contest.”

“Were there any more entries?” asked Sahwah eagerly.

“Several,” replied Agony.  “Scout Troops Number One, Two and Three were entered.”

“Now,” said Hinpoha, who seemed to be mistress of ceremonies, “we’re going to make a magic so that Many Eyes will win, and first we are going to do the Indian Silence.  We’re going to march to the woods in single file, carrying Many Eyes, and nobody must speak a word, or the charm will be broken.  Nobody must speak until we’ve found the four leaf clover.”

“How perfectly epic!” exclaimed Agony, falling in with the spirit of the occasion.

“Is everybody ready?” asked Hinpoha.  “Come on, then.  Start!”

The procession moved off like a snake past the barn and down the hill, Many Eyes smiling serenely ahead of her.  The silence continued deep and sepulchral all the way down the hill and quite to the edge of the woods, and then Nyoda suddenly exclaimed, “The supper basket!  Who has it?”