"This is your home now, and my pappy, there in the corner, is going to be your pappy."
"This is not my home, and I won't have an Indian for my father," said Nattie, hotly.
It was well for her that the two old heads were nodding now.
The boy stared at her in silence for a moment, and then said:
"My mammy, there, will maul you, if you talk like that. What used to be your name when you was a white girl?"
"I am a white girl now," said Nattie.
"No, you is no such thing," said the boy; "you is just my color."
"As soon as I can get some water I shall wash that off, and go away from this horrid place, to my own home."
"You can't wash it off; my pappy has painted you clear through, so it won't never fade out, and you can't never go home. It is so far you couldn't walk, and if you could walk, you could
