"Ha, ha!" she said, "did you think that you could rub the brown off from your face and make it white again? No, you can't. You are just my color, from head to foot, a real little Indian papoose."
Nattie felt her temper rise at this insult, but she dared not show it.
"Why don't you get up?" continued the girl, giving the settle a rude kick with her moccasined foot; "you have slept enough to last a moon, and you have got to work the tougher now, to pay for it,—so mammy says. I mean that you shall milk the old, long-horned cow this summer, while I sit on my mat at the wigwam door and plait straw."
"Cease, Black-bird," said the old Indian, authoritatively. "Vex not too much the daughter of the pale-face whilst she is as a stranger amongst us, and understands not our ways. Before many moons have waned, she will become as one of us. She will see how much better is our
