The next day the visitors left for their own lodges, so once again Jean
and her two companions were alone. The days that followed were busy
ones for the Indians. There were many things to do before starting on
their long journey overland of which Jean had no idea. First of all,
there was a travelling-suit to be made for the white girl. From the
cache Sam brought down some soft, tanned caribou skin, and upon this
Kitty began to work. Jean watched her with great interest and
admiration.

"What do you call that?" she enquired, pointing to the skin. "Will you
teach me some of your words? I want to speak Indian."

Kitty looked at the girl and laughed.

"Injun talk hard," she said. "Babby spik Injun, eh?"

"Yes, will you teach me? Now, what do you call this skin?"

"Mu-ka-lip-we-u," was the reply.

"And what is the name of that sinew-thread?"

"Tun-u-wan."

Jean repeated these words, and so well did she speak them that Kitty
was much pleased.

"Babby learn queek," she encouraged. "Babby spik all sam' Injun
bimeby."