"I'm going to put 'em on your mother's grave."

"She not know. Not see, not smell. She dead, mother dead."

"Lahoma, do you know anything about God?"

"Yes--Great Spirit. God make my path white."

"Well, I want God to know that somebody remembers your mother. It's
God that smells the flowers on the graves of the dead."

They walked on. Pretty soon Lahoma began looking about for flowers,
but they had reached the last barren ledge, and no more came in
sight.

"Take these, Lahoma."

"No. Couldn't fool God." They began the last descent. Willock
suddenly discovered that tears were slipping down the girl's face.
He said nothing; he did not fear, now, for he thought the tears
promised a brighter dawning.

Suddenly Lahoma cried joyfully, "Oh, look, Brick, look!" And she
darted toward the spot at the foot of a tall cedar, where purple
and white blossoms showed in profusion. She gathered an armful,
and they went down to the plain.

"Her head's toward the west," he said, as they stood beside the pile
of stones. Lahoma placed the flowers at the Western margin of the