are no Q's--so it is my turn. Very fast I meant to feather-stitch, so I
could spare the time to go. Ee! There is Hannah Straight Tree in my
place. She made me talk Dakota and get punished. Now she gets my
sleigh-ride!" And Cordelia Running Bird threw herself back upon the
pillow, giving vent to wild, resentful tears.

When the tears had spent themselves the Indian girl raised her head and
saw the little book on the other pillow.

"Tokee! The white mother put it here. She always keeps it, and it
means that I can look at it now."

Cordelia unwound the ribbon, opening the little book.

"Annie's Bible, and I never thought of her to-day! Just like I am
forgetting her so fast. Here is Helen's letter. I shall read that
first."

[Illustration: She read the little note slowly.]

She took a little white note from a dainty envelope and read it slowly,
but with understanding that spoke of previous acquaintance with the
words:

"_Dear Annie_: Will you let this little Bible be your
friend and guide, as I have tried to have it for my friend
and guide since I have been a King's Daughter? I have
marked some verses I have learned and have recited in
the meeting of our circle, and I wish that you might care
to learn them and recite them in your meeting at the