"I expect to have her a good deal under my care, and I shall do
all I can to instruct her aright. This morning she knelt with us in
prayer. You must remember she is very young, and has heard little,
if anything, of Christianity."

Zitner shook his head.

"It's born in 'em, and you can't get it out."

"But, Mr. Zitner, you will not deny that we have a good many
Christian Indians. There are plenty of them at Gnadenhutten, and
the Moravian missionaries have been the means of turning hundreds
from darkness to light. If they can do that with full grown warriors
and women, may we not hope for the best from those of tender years?"

"I don't know about that," was the dogged reply. "I never believed
in this conversion business."

"What can you mean by such a remark?" asked the shocked lady.

"I mean, religion is good enough for white people, but don't work
with Injins. They will pretend they're good, but are only waiting
for a chance to do mischief."

"The converted Delawares have never taken part in the wars against
us. You know that as well as I."

"How about Omas?"

"He makes no pretence of Christianity."