children.

Hagar's lip was out-thrust again. "Yo' ketchum one girl, mebbyso
yo' no more likum my boy Wally. Kay bueno."

"Heap like all my boys jus' same," Phoebe hastened to assure her,
and added with a hint of malice, "Heap like my boy Grant all
same."

"Huh!" Hagar chose to remain unconvinced and antagonistic. "Good
Injun kay bueno. Yo' girl, mebbyso kay bueno."

"What name yo' girl?" Viney interposed hastily.

"Name Evadna Ramsey." In spite of herself, Phoebe felt a trifle
chilled by their lack of enthusiasm. She went back to her
butter-making in dignified silence.

The squaws blinked at her stolidly. Always they were inclined
toward suspicion of strangers, and perhaps to a measure of
jealousy as well. Not many whites received them with frank
friendship as did the Hart family, and they felt far more upon
the subject than they might put into words, even the words of
their own language.

Many of the white race looked upon them as beggars, which was bad
enough, or as thieves, which was worse; and in a general way they
could not deny the truth of it. But they never stole from the
Harts, and they never openly begged from the Harts. The friends
of the Harts, however, must prove their friendship before they