body will get a sight of, so that I can look at myself, and see if I can't tell what is the matter with my head. It must be that it looks very queer."
The Indian girl started at these words. Nattie had never addressed her so boldly since the first night of her coming among them, and she thought that the girl's mind must be getting unsettled, so she answered:
"Your head looks just as it always does, Tulip; but if you want to look in my little glass, you can."
She held it out. Nattie had had no view of herself since the discoloring of her skin by the hand of the old Indian, save the very imperfect one which she could obtain by looking in the spring at the foot of the beech tree, where she went each day to draw water. When she took the glass, she screamed aloud, at the first glance, and said:
"Oh, how could you say that I looked as I always did? I knew I must look strange, to feel
