branches of the tree, and read story books, and eat apples, and look over the country."
"That wasn't half so nice as running in the woods, I am sure," said Light-foot.
"Nor as shooting arrows at a board," added Fox Heart. "Did you have any brothers, when you was a white girl?"
Nattie winced at this question, spoken in a tone as if she had forever taken leave of her former self; but she had learned to be cautious in betraying her resentful feelings, so she answered simply, as she clasped her hands over her eyes again:
"No, not any little ones; but I have a little sister."
"Perhaps you haven't now," said Fox Heart; "and if you have, you won't see her any more, because you are Indian now, just like us. When pappy comes home, he will bring Torch Eye. Oh! he is a great tall boy, and his eyes are like fire; he will be your husband. Pappy got you on
