and looked about. She
was lying on the skins in the wigwam of her mother. Her ankle was tightly
bound and she felt very stiff and sore. Across her wrist there was an ugly
cut. No one was about so she lay there trying to remember what had
happened. How long had she been there and where was her mother?

A step sounded outside and an old war chief--her father--looked anxiously
into the tent. When he saw her eyes open, he came slowly in and gazed
long at the Indian girl on the bed and then went as slowly out again.

When he came back, there were with him five other chiefs. Around the bed
they stood in a silent circle and Kagigegabo wondered what they were going
to do with her. Had she done wrong? Was she to be punished?

But the old chief spoke:

"Kagigegabo, you have saved the tribe from ruin, and because of your help,
we have captured the enemy, for whom we were searching. They have told us
of your bravery and of your wisdom. You were more full of courage than any
squaw we have ever known. You shall no longer be called Kagigegabo, but
you shall be called Aotonaka, the daring one."

Then upon the arm of the girl who had wished she could be a Brave they
bound a red band--the red band of courage.

THE WHITE FLOWER OF HAPPINESS

By Persis Richardson

The King sat in the library of the palace reading an old, old book--a book
written when the King's great-great-grandfather sat on the throne. The
King had never seen the book before and it was very interesting to him.
For the book told of a strange little plant that had grown in the kingdom
in those days of the old, old king.

No matter how hard the people had to work, if the little plant was growing
in their homes, they were happy. Indeed, the book said that the flower of
the plant was so beautiful that no garden was complete without it; so in
the days of the long ago, it grew in the gardens of the rich and the poor,
while happiness and prosperity reigned in the land.

Eagerly the king read the description of the little flower that grew on
this wonderful plant. It was white as the driven snow. It had heart-shaped
petals surrounding a wonderful heart of gold, and it was known as the
White Flower of Happiness.

Now the King loved flowers dearly and there were many in his garden; but
he was sure he had never seen this little flower. So, because he wanted to
have one for his very own and especially because he wanted happiness and
prosperity for his people, he de