“Speak,” said Migwan.  “Your wish is already granted.”

Nyoda sat down.  “You remember that cunning little book you made me for Christmas?” she asked.  Migwan nodded.  “Well,” continued Nyoda, “I was showing it to Professor Green the other night and he was quite carried away with it.  He has a quantity of notes he took on a hunting trip last fall and wants to know if you will make them into a book like that for him.  There will be quite a bit of work connected with it, as all the material will have to be copied on the typewriter and arranged in good order, and he is willing to pay two and a half dollars for your services.  Would you be willing to do it?”

Would she be willing to do it?  Would she see two and a half dollars lying in the street and not pick it up?  The professor’s notes were speedily secured and she set to work happily to transform them into an artistic record book.  Her sister Betty grumbled a good deal these days because she was asked to do so much of the housework.  Before Migwan took to typewriting at night Betty had been in the habit of staying out of the house until supper was ready, and then getting up from the table and going out again immediately, leaving Migwan to get supper and wash the dishes.  It was easier to do the work herself than to argue with Betty about it, and if she appealed to her mother Mrs. Gardiner always said, “Just leave the dishes and I’ll do them alone,” so rather than have her mother do them Migwan generally washed and wiped them alone.  But now that she was working so hard she needed the whole afternoon to get her lessons in, and insisted that Betty should help get supper and wipe dishes afterwards.  For once Mrs. Gardiner took sides with Migwan and commanded Betty to do her share of the work.  In consequence Betty developed a fierce resentment against Migwan’s literary efforts, and taunted her continually with her failure to make anything of it.  Since she had been working on Professor Green’s book Migwan had done nothing at all in the house, and her usual Saturday work fell to Betty.

Mrs. Gardiner was not feeling well of late, and could do no sweeping, so Betty found herself with a good day’s work ahead of her one Saturday morning.  Instead of playing that the dirt was a host of evil sprits, as Migwan did, which she could vanquish with the aid of her magic broom, Betty went at it sullenly and with a firm determination to do as little as possible and get through just as quickly as she could.  She made up her mind that when Migwan went to market in the afternoon she would go along with her in the automobile.  So by going hastily over the surface of things she got through by three o’clock, and when Gladys called for Migwan, Betty came running out too, with her coat and hat on, dressed in her best dress.

“Where are you going?” asked Migwan.

“Along with you,” answered Betty.

“I’m afraid we can’t take you,” said Migwan; “there isn’t enough room.”