d her neck. "I
want to give you these for being good to me," she said. The Indian girl
understood the gift if not the words, and was evidently delighted.
Hearing a noise at the entrance they looked up to see the squaw smiling
in at them. She had heard Anne's words, and now came toward the girls.
Anne picked up her blue cape and held it out toward the squaw. "I wish I
had something better to give you," she said.

The squaw took it eagerly, and with a grunt of satisfaction, and then,
turning to Nakanit, began chattering rapidly. Nakanit ran toward a big
basket in the corner and came back with several pairs of soft moccasins.
Kneeling before Anne she tried them on her feet until a pair was found
that fitted.

"Now go with Nakanit to the lake," said the squaw, and Anne followed
Nakanit out of the wigwam through the woods to a clear little lake where
the girls bathed, braided their hair, and then came back to eat heartily
of the simple food the squaw gave them.

CHAPTER V

AT BREWSTER

"Look, look, Aunt Hetty. Here are some Indians coming up the path, and I
do believe that they have a little white boy and girl with them," and
Rose Freeman drew her aunt to the open window that looked down over a
smooth green lawn to an elm-shaded village street.

Aunt Hetty's well-starched dress rustled pleasantly as she hurried to
join Rose.

"It's old Nakanit and her daughter," she said. "My mother taught her a
good deal, and she often comes to see me. Those are surely white
children. I wonder what the trouble is. Old Nakanit knows that the
Sabbath is not a day for idle visits, and indeed, Rose, it does not
become us to be stretching our heads out of the window. There, they are
on the porch now. Why, Rose!" For with a quick exclamation the girl had
run from the room and when Mrs. Freeman followed she found her with an
arm about a little moccasined dark-eyed girl, saying: "Why, it is Anne;
it is dear little Anne Nelson."

"I declare!" exclaimed Mrs. Freeman. "And did you fetch the child,
Nakanit? Sit down and I will have Hepsibah bring you some cool milk and
cake."

Nakanit grunted appreciatively, and while the Indians were eating Anne
told Rose all the story of her journey.

"I do not know why Aunt Martha shut me up and said that I could not
visit you, Rose," said Anne; "if I had been disobedient or careless I do
not know it."

Amos listened, looking very flushed and unhappy, for he knew that it was
Amanda's story th