stay. Look out for the October moon. She wah-wah no more."

"It is noble to be good; it makes others good."

"Then why isn't _she_ good? She make me ugly; you make me good. I think I
will punish her--_pil-pil_; then you speak kind, and the music play, then
I think I will punish her not. Then dark thoughts come back again; clouds
come again; hawks fly. What me do? Me am two selves; one self when I think
of you, one when I think of her. She say I have no right. She have no
right. All right after Potlatch. I wah-wah; she wah-wah no more."

"Be good yourself, Benjamin. Be kind to her; make her kind. You do right."

The young Indian hesitated, then answered:

"I do as you say. You are friend. I'll do as I feel when the music play. I
try. So you say."

The cloud passed. The teacher paid the Indian boy special attention that
morning. At noon Gretchen played Von Weber's Wild Hunt of Lutzow, which
drove Napoleon over the Rhine. The rhythm of the music picturing the
heroic cavalry enchanted Benjamin, and he said: "Play it over again."
After the music came a foot-race among the boys, which Benjamin easily
won. The afternoon passed quietly, until in the cool, lengthening shadows
of the trail the resolute form of Mrs. Woods appeared.

Benjamin saw her, and his calm mood fled. He looked up at the master.

"I is come back again--my old self again. She say I no business here; she
no business here. She wah-wah."