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his is to express your change of heart towards--" "Towards Injuns?" "No; towards all 'the small peoples of the earth.'" "Well, then, I can't wear it; I haven't changed. Down with them!" she shouted, in smiling bravado. He closed the door. "Very well, then, you shall not even see the present; you are not worthy of it." "Oh, please! please! I'll forgive all the heathens of Africa, if you will only let me see." "I don't believe I like that, either," he replied. "You are now too flippant. However, I'll hold you to the word. If you don't mean it now you will by-and-by." Elsie clapped her hands with girlish delight as he held up a fine buckskin dress, beautifully adorned with beads and quills. It was exquisitely tanned, as soft as silk, and a deep cream color. "Isn't it lovely! I'll wear it whether my heart is changed or not." "Here are the leggings and moccasins to match." She gathered them all up at a swoop. "I'm going to put them on at once." "Wait!" he commanded. "Small Bird, who made these garments, is out in the kitchen. I want to call her; she can be your maid for this time." As Small Bird sidled bashfully into the hall Elsie cried out in delight of her. She was dressed in the old-time Tetong dress, and was exceedingly comely. Her face was carefully painted and her hair shone with much brushing and oil. Her teeth were white and even. "Can she speak English?" asked Elsie. "Not very well; but she understands. Small Bird, the lady says, thank you. She thinks they are very fine. Her heart is glad. Go help her dress." "Come!" cried Elsie, eagerly, and fairly ran up the stairs in her haste to be transformed into a woman of the red people. When she returned she was a sister to Small Bird. Her dark hair was braided in the Tetong fashion, her face was browned, and her little feet were clothed in glittering, beaded moccasins. "You look exactly like some of the old engravings of Mohawk princesses," cried Curtis. "Now you are ready to sit by my side and review the procession." "Are we to have a procession?" "Indeed we are, as significant as any mediaeval tournament. I am the resident duke before whom the review takes place, and I shall be in my best dress and you are to sit by my side--my bride-elect." "Oh no!" "Oh yes. It is decided." He drew himself up haughtily. "I have said it, and I am chief to-day. It is good, Small Bird," he said, as the Tetong girl started to go. "My wife lik
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