suspended from the wire. "I shall buy a cake pan with a steeple for my
mother, and a hairbrush for my father, for his hairs stick up so
straight and stiff. And I shall give the presents very still at camp,
so the school will not be jealous."

Having thus subdued her vanity, Cordelia Running Bird shyly bought the
articles she had selected from the trader's boy, who helped his father
in the store. She also bought four hair ribbons and a little bag of
candy, having left two silver quarters. She was considering how to
spend them when her eyes alighted on some little brown shoes and a pair
of stockings matching them, beneath a small glass show-case.

"Ver-r-y st-y-lish little shoes and stockings!" she exclaimed,
forgetting in her rapture to be shy before the trader's boy.

The small girls crowded upon tiptoe at the show-case, peering through
the glass sides to inspect the little wonders.

"Just the color of an Indian," observed a little maid of seven, holding
up her slim hand to compare it with the red-brown shoes and stockings.
"But they made them for a little white girl. They are like the ones the
little white visitor with the pink dress wore last summer."

"They are just as pretty for a little Indian girl," replied Cordelia.
"They would be just right for Susie," with a longing eye.

"But Susie does not need them," said the prudent little girl. "She has
a black shoes and stockings in your cupboard that are very nice."

"But she could have two pairs. These would be so pretty with the red