"We will see. I will talk to my father by-and-by. And now you must
run home. Good-by." The young girl bent over her work and Timid Hare
ran swiftly out of the lodge and back to The Stone who was angrily
waiting.

"You must have stopped on the way, you good-for-nothing. Sweet Grass
could not have kept you all this time," she scolded.

The little girl made no answer.

"Hm! has the child won the heart of the chief's daughter?" she
muttered. "And next it would be the chief himself. That must not be.
Moreover, no bear meat was sent me. Ugh!"




THE MISCHIEF MAKER

That afternoon the sun shone brightly. It was a beautiful day of the
late Indian summer. Sweet Grass, taking the mat she was weaving, left
the lodge and sought a pleasant spot near the spring to go on with her
work.

The Stone had been skulking about near the chief's lodge for several
hours. She wanted to catch Sweet Grass alone and yet as if she had
come upon her by accident.

She stealthily watched the young girl as she made her way to the
spring, but did not appear before her for some time. When she did, she