"What is he like?"
"I would not want to say much in his favor," was the response.
"Well, you had better not say anything against him, for his father is just within, and may be awake. He thinks very highly of his son."
"I have reason to believe it," was the answer. "I called to bid the old chief good morning, as my companions and I must be gone on a hunting expedition, full soon; but he is sleeping, so I will call on my return."
"Do you wish me to tell him who called?" asked Nattie, feeling some desire to learn the name of the dark-eyed young man, who had something Indian in his dress, but whose manners were like those of white people.
"You may tell him that Augustus Reid called, and had a pleasant interview with his little adopted daughter, Nathalie."
Nattie bowed, and the young man took his leave. Suddenly, while the little girl's eyes were
