ng wherever she
could find a little shelter, and eating some food she found at a place
where some cowboys had been camping. They had gone off and left some
bread and meat behind.

Poor little Sage Flower was very tired and hungry when Rose found her on
the plain. The Indian girl did not know her father was at Three Star
Ranch. She only knew she might get something to eat there and a place to
sleep. So when Rose told her to come along Sage Flower was very glad to
do so.

And oh! how glad and surprised she was when she found her own father
there waiting for her. Sage Flower cried for joy. Mrs. Bunker then took
care of her, seeing that she was washed and combed, and had something to
eat.

The Indian girl could not speak her thanks in the language the six
little Bunkers talked, but she looked her thanks from her eyes and in
her smile.

A few days later Red Feather's foot was well enough to be used, and then
he and his daughter were put in one of the ranch wagons and sent to the
place where the other Indians were camping. The Redmen were very glad to
see Red Feather and Sage Flower come back to them.

"Well, it's a good thing you found Sage Flower," said Daddy Bunker, "or
the poor thing might have wandered on and on, and been lost for good.
Her father, too, would have felt very bad."

But everything came out all right, you see, and Red Feather, to show how
grateful he was to Rose, brought her, a week or so later, a beautiful
basket, woven of sweet grass that smelled for a long time like the woods
and fields.

With this Rose was immensely pleased.

There were many happy days at Three Star Ranch. The prairies did not get
on fire again, and the cattle seemed to quiet down, and not want to
stampede to make work for every one.

Russ and Laddie and Rose and Vi had fine fun riding their ponies to and
fro, for they were allowed to go out alone, if they did not ride too
far.

One day, after breakfast, Russ and Laddie came in to ask if they could
go for a long ride all alone.

Rose was helping Bill Johnson in the kitchen, and Vi was busy lining a
box in which to bury a dead bird she had found. Later there was to be a
formal funeral with willow whistles for a band and as many people as
would go in the funeral procession.

"I want to see if I can think of a riddle," said Laddie. "I haven't made
up one for a long while."

"And I want to see if I can find that Indian, Red Feather," put in Russ.
"Maybe he'll make me a bo