er to Cousin Jack, and whispered, a little timidly, "You
_said_ we'd play Indians."

"Bless my soul! A gentle little thing like you, Susannah, wanting to play
Indians! Well, then that's what we play. I'll be the Chief, and my name
is Opodeldoc. You two girls can be squaws,--no, you needn't either.
Mehitabel can be a Squaw, and Susannah, you are a pale-faced Maiden, and
we'll capture you. Then Hezekiah here can be a noble young Brave, who
will rescue you from our clutches! His name will be Ipecacuanha."

Surely Cousin Jack knew how to play Indians! These arrangements suited
the young Maynards perfectly, and soon the game was in progress. The
Indian Chief and the Squaw waited in ambush for the pale-faced Maiden to
come along; the Chief meanwhile muttering dire threats of terrible
tortures.

Throwing herself into the game with dramatic fervor, Kitty came strolling
along. She hummed snatches of song, she paused here and there to pick a
flower, and as she neared the bush behind which the two Indians were
hiding, she stopped as if startled. Shading her eyes with her hand, she
peered into the bush, exclaiming, in tragic accents, "Methinks I hear
somebody! It may be Indians in ambush! Yes, yes,--that _is_ an ambush,
there must be Indians in it!"

This speech so amused Cousin Jack that he burst into shouts of laughter.

Kitty, absorbed in her own part, did not smile. "Hah!" she exclaimed,
"methinks I hear the Indians warwhooping!"

Kitty's idea of dramatic diction was limited to "Hah!" and "Methinks,"
and after this speech, Cousin Jack gave way to a series of terrific
warwhoops, in which Marjorie joined. Cousin Jack was pretty good at this
sort of thing, but his lungs gave out before Marjorie's did, for, this
being her specialty, her warwhoops were of a most extreme and exaggerated
nature.

"Good gracious, Mehitabel, do hush up!" cried the Indian Chief, clapping
his hand over his Squaw's mouth. "You'll have all the neighbors over
here, and the police and the fire department! Moderate your transports!
Warwhoop a little less like a steam calliope!"

Marjorie giggled, and then gave a series of small, squeaky, lady-like
warwhoops, which seemed to amuse Cousin Jack as much as the others had
done.

"You are certainly great kids!" he exclaimed. "I'd like to buy the whole
bunch of you! But come on, my Squaw, we waste time, and the pale-faced
Maiden approacheth. Hah!"

"Hah!" replied Marjorie, and from behind his own distant