habits of the Indian children.

"I am glad I have the red dress in my trunk, but they will meddle with
my other things and look at Susie's blue dress, and then roll it up in
such bad wrinkles," she said to herself. "Just like they will drop a
skein of feather-stitching silk and tramp it with their feet till it is
very dirty. Then some girl will pick it up to sew her doll clothes, and
there will not be enough for Susie's dress."

Cordelia Running Bird held her breath as these thoughts came to her.

"But I do not know if I can feather-stitch it now, for there is no one
to teach me, that I know of. Just like Hannah Straight Tree and the
dormitory girls will tell the whole school to hate me, and they will.
If I cannot get a large girl to help make the red dress, and I try to do
it all alone, it will fit so bad, and I cannot get it done in time.
What if I should tell my mother to have Susie stay at camp, and not once
come inside the yard Christmas time? Then she would not need the
dresses, and they could not call them issue goods, and not choose Susie
in the games, and shut their eyes at her."

Cordelia lay very still, but the thought of Susie's missing the
festivities by staying in the big building in the mission pasture, where
the Indian visitors camped in winter, was put from her in short order.

"Susie shall not stay in camp. I shall find a way to get the dresses
done, and she shall motion Jack Frost and see the Christmas tree. I
shall tell them I am tired of playing silly games, and Susie shall not
play, either, so they cannot leave her out. And I shall tell the school
they must not watch Susie motion, for they are such horrid Indians they