because you worked at the beads so well. I shall have some money, too, when I sell my little baskets, and what shall Fox Heart buy for the Tulip?"
"If you could get a spelling book," answered Nattie, "I might teach you to read."
"I know all the letters that you do, now," said Fox Heart, "and what is the use for me to learn any more? No, I think I shall get you a long wampum, or a red feather for your head."
"I don't want either of those," said Nattie; "for why should I look like a wild Indian?"
"Then, what shall I buy for you?" asked Fox Heart, getting discouraged.
"If you could find a pair of thick, woolen mittens or gloves, to save my hands when I pick fuel in the forest on cold days, I would like them well," returned Nattie; "though, if they cost very much, it is no matter."
"What sick hands the pale-faces have!" said the boy, contemptuously. "I would not have
