how to talk Indian."

Both girls bounded to their feet, and hand in hand, walked to the
door, with Omas gravely stalking after them.

Mrs. Ripley had learned of the visitor, and stood on the threshold
to welcome her. She took her by the hand and led her inside. Omas
paused, as if in doubt whether he should follow; but her invitation
to him was so cordial, that he stepped within and seated himself
on a chair.

That afternoon and night could never be forgotten by Alice Ripley.
In a very little while she and her visitor were on the best of terms;
laughing, romping, and chasing each other in and out of doors, just
as if they were twin sisters that had never been separated from
each other.

When Mrs. Ripley asked Omas for how long a time he could leave his
child with them, he said he must take her back that evening. His
wigwam was a good many miles away in the woods, and he would have
to travel all night to reach the village of his tribe.

Mrs. Ripley, however, pleaded so hard, that he consented to let
his child stay until he came back the next day or soon thereafter
for her.

When he rose to go, the long summer day was drawing to a close.
He spoke to Linna in their native tongue. She was sitting on the
floor just then, playing with a wonderful rag baby, but was up in
a flash, and followed him outside.