rson can. There are neither houses nor ships, such as you talk
about, and you are sillier than any fairy story I ever read."

Yet long afterward he was to remember that first hour in the new home,
and the rapt face of the girl gazing skyward.

Then they all went in to supper, which had been provided by the
thoughtful friends at the Fort across the river; but which, the Sun
Maid assured the busy women there, must be the only meal supplied that
was ready prepared.

"For, if I'm to be housekeeper I mean to learn all about that, even
before I do the books, which the Doctor will teach me and that I am so
eager to study. But I'll be his home-maker first, and I'll give them
jonny-cake for breakfast. Mercy said it was cheap and wholesome, and
we have to be very careful of the Doctor's little money."

How wholesome, rather how most unwholesome, that first jonny-cake
proved, Kitty never after liked to recall; but she was not the only
young house mistress who has made mistakes; and, fortunately, the
master of the house was not critical. And how far the study-craving
girl would have carried out her own plan of housewifery before reading
is not known; for, having done the best she could, and having, at
least, swept and dusted the rooms carefully she took little Four by
the hand and set out to ask instruction of her Fort friends against
the dinner-getting.

Now the fascinating dread and interest of this little fellow was an
Indian; and, trudging along through the dirt, he scanned the horizon
critically, then suddenly gripped her hand hard and tight.

"Kitty! I do believe--there are--some coming! Run! Run!"

"Why should I run? The Indians are my best and oldest friends. It
might even be----"

She paused so long, shading her eyes from the sunlight and gazing
fixedly across the landscape with a gathering surprise and delight
upon her face, that the child clutched her frock, demanding:

"What is it, Kitty? What do you see? What do you see?"

"The horses! White, black, and--Chestnut! It's Wahneenah! Wahneenah!"

Four watched her disappear behind a clump of bushes that hid the
sandhills from his lower sight, then hurried back to the new cabin,
crying out:

"Father, father! She's run away again! We've lost her!"

Before the minister could be made to comprehend his son's excited
story, voices without drew him to the entrance. Even to him the name
of Indian had, in those days, a sinister significance. Yet, as he
reached the th