because I was angry with my sick mother and my kind sister, who had reproved me for some of my disobedient conduct, I would never have been caught by the Indian and borne away to the wilderness. Perhaps God sent him on purpose to teach me the bitter fruits of sin."
When Nattie spoke in this strain, her listener seemed not to know what answer to make. She now picked up the bead-work and replaced it in the box.
"I would like to keep this, to remind me of the old wigwam," she said. "And see, I have made your name, too, since I came here."
She held the purple cloth before his eyes.
"I am much obliged to you for taking the trouble," he said.
"It was no trouble, but a pleasure," she answered. "Shall you live around in this country, always?"
"I don't know," he answered, evasively.
"Perhaps you will some time come where
