doors. She could find no birch, but saw a barked tree, gleaming white, a little distance from her, in the forest. This answered her purpose quite as well. She soon made the names, Mary, Susan, Sarah; also the words, Gift, Offering, Present; so the tree, as high as she could reach, was quite covered with the results of her ambitious efforts at printing.
She went back and said that she thought she could make the name, Mary, on a pin-cushion; but she felt somewhat alarmed when the old squaw gave her the piece of dark broad-cloth on which she had just shaped the beautiful great flower, out of red, blue and yellow beads, and told her to put the name under it. However, she said nothing, but went away to begin the task. Black-bird looked around and frowned, which made Nattie more determined to succeed.
It did not take long to make the four letters of the name. The raised, white-bead work showed richly on the dark ground, so that the old squaw
