Indian woman viewed her with pleasure.

"Wear'm, eh?" she queried. "Warm?"

"Indeed it is," Jean replied. "Is this for me?"

"A-ha-ha. Keep babby warm. Kitty mak' more bimeby. Babby no cold."

A mistiness came into the girl's eyes as she stood there. The kindness
of this woman affected her deeply.

"Why are you so good to me?" she asked. "You never saw me until
yesterday, and yet you are doing so much for me. I don't understand."

"Kitty tell, eh?"

"I wish you would," Jean replied as she seated herself upon the rugs
and furs. "I want to know."

The Indian woman threw a couple of sticks upon the fire, and then faced
the girl. She reached out and touched the little arrow-brooch with the
forefinger of her right hand.

"Dane geeve babby dat, eh?" she asked.

"Why, yes, how did you know that?"

"Injun know much," and the woman smiled as she spoke. "Injun know
Dane; Dane know Pete. See?"