they laughed no more. I can't tell why he scowled."
"Do you like Torch Eye?" asked Nattie.
"Yes; but not so much, because mammy don't want me to. He isn't but half her boy, so she says that he don't like us, and we needn't mind about him."
"How does he look?"
"Most as tall as pappy, and he wears black clothes."
"And a blanket?"
"Yes, sometimes; and feathers in his cap."
"Is his face like Black-bird's?"
"No."
"Like yours?"
"No."
"Like his father's?"
"Not much."
"Like whose, then?"
"I don't know, perhaps like his white mother's was; and she has been dead more moons than I
