a few paces away, hung her head, with her forefinger between her
pretty white teeth--for all the world like any white girl of her
years.

But Alice did not allow her to remain embarrassed. She had been
begging for this visit, and now, when she saw her friend, she ran
forward, took her little plump hand and said--"Linna, I am real
glad you have come!"

Omas had risen to his feet, and watched the girls with an affection
and interest which found no expression on his painted face. His
child looked timidly up to him and walked slowly forward, her hand
clasped in that of Alice. She did not speak, but when her escort
sat down on the grass, she did the same.

"Linna, do you know how to play Jack Stones?" asked Alice, picking
up the pebbles.

Linna shook her head quickly several times, but her lips remained
mute.

"Your father thought he knew how, but he don't; he doesn't play fair,
either. Let me show you, so you can beat him when you go home."

Alice set to work, while the bright black eyes watched every
movement.

"Now do you want to try it?" she asked, after going through the
game several times.