If she could be useful to the squaw, perhaps she would be treated more kindly, and allowed to do work more congenial than the rough tasks hitherto allotted her.
"Perhaps some name common among the pale-faces," said the woman; "or some words, as, 'A Gift.'"
"Oh, yes," said Nattie; "I know many pretty names, and pretty mottoes,—that is what we call them,—to put on fancy things that are intended for presents. There is, 'A Gift,' 'Token of Love,' 'Friendship's Offering,' 'From your Friend,'"—
"But can you make all these?" asked the Indian woman.
"I should have to begin with very simple ones, certainly," said Nattie. "There is the name of 'Mary,'—none so common. It is short and easy; I would try that first. I will take a coal and make it on a piece of birch now."
Nattie ran to the fire-place, and then out of
