eting. A moment later she was
talking rapidly to several tall figures who came to meet her, evidently
telling Anne's story and that of Amos.

Anne could distinguish the word "Freeman" in the squaw's talk.

Amos pulled his boat up on shore, and stood wondering what would happen
next. He looked toward the wigwams and the smoldering camp-fires, and
almost forgave Amanda, because his journey was bringing him into the
Mashpee village.

One of the Indians gave him a little push, and pointed toward a wigwam.
It was evident that the squaw was the only one who spoke English.

"Go with him," she said to Amos.

"All right," responded the boy; "here's your bundle, Anne," he said,
holding it out toward her. "I fished it out of the water when you tipped
over. Guess it isn't much wet."

Anne was almost too delighted to speak. She hugged the bundle in her
arms and followed Nakanit up the path toward the village. This was
evidently the squaw's home, and her wigwam had many deerskins, blankets
and baskets.

Nakanit led Anne toward the back of the wigwam where lay a pile of
spruce boughs over which deerskins were thrown. In a few moments the
Indian girl and Anne lay on this rude couch fast asleep.

When Anne awoke the next morning there was no one in the wigwam.
Everything seemed very quiet. Anne's first thought was for her beloved
bundle that she had carefully set down beside her bed. It was not there.
The little girl slid to her feet, and began looking about the wigwam.
There was no trace of it. Anne began to feel very unhappy. It had been
hard to make up her mind to give Nakanit her treasured corals and her
pretty cape, but it was even harder to bear to have them disappear like
this. She threw herself back on the bed and began to cry bitterly. She
wished that Rose Freeman had never thought of asking her to come to
Brewster, and that she was safe in Province Town with Aunt Martha.

She stopped crying suddenly, for she felt a hand smoothing her hair, and
she looked up to find Nakanit sitting beside her, and at her feet rested
the bundle. It was plain that the mischievous Indian girl had wished to
tease the little white girl, but had relented at the sight of her tears.

"Oh," exclaimed Anne, "I'm so glad!" and she began to unfasten the
bundle, spreading out the blue cape and muslin dress, and laying
"Martha Stoddard" down on the deerskins. Then she took up the string of
coral beads and turning toward Nakanit fastened them aroun