“How came he to let your sister go, Lula?”

“Metalka wanted to go so bad.  She’d heard so much ’bout the ’way-off schools from some white ladies up at the fort one summer, and my father heard too.  A white off’cer tole him if Indian wanted to know how to have plenty to eat, plenty ev’rything like white peoples, they must learn to do bus’ness white ways, be edg’cated.  So he let Metalka go; he could n’ go, he too old; but Metalka could go and learn to read all the books and the papers and keep ’counts for him, so ’t he’d know how to deal with white men.  When Metalka first took ’count for him, after she came back, my father so pleased.  He’d worked hard all winter hauling wood, and killing elk and deer for the skins; and my mother ‘n’ I had made bewt’ful moccasins and gloves out o’ the skins, all worked with beads; and so he’d earned good deal money, and he ’d kept ’count of it all,—­his way, and ’t was honest way; and kept ’count, too, what he’d had out of agency store; and Metalka understood and reckoned it all up, and said he ’d have good lot money left after he’d paid what he owed at the store.  But, Maje Molly, he didn’t! he didn’t!  They tole him he owed all his money, and when he said they’d made mistake, and showed ’em Metalka’s ’counts, they laughed at him, and showed him big book of their ’counts, and tole him Metalka didn’t know ‘bout prices o’ things.  Then he came home and said:  ’What’s the use going to white people’s schools to learn white people’s ways, when white people can come out to Indian country and tell lies ‘bout prices o’ things?’ And that’s the way ’t is ev’ry time, my father say; the way ’t was before Metalka went to school.  The bad white trader comes out to Indian country to cheat Indians. He knows white prices, but he don’t tell Indian white prices; he tell Indian two, three time more price.  That’s what my father say.  And Metalka, when she see it all, she so disjointed, she never get over it, and my father say it killed her, like arrow shot at her.”

“But your father doesn’t think all white people bad; he doesn’t dislike all their ways?”

“No; it’s only white traders he thinks bad, and the white big chiefs who break promises ’bout lands.  He like white ways that Metalka brought back, and he built nice log house to live in instead of tepee, ’cause Metalka wanted it; and he like all you here, Maje Molly, ’cause you good to me.  But, Maje Molly”—­and here the little bright face clouded over—­“my mother say all white peoples forget, and break promises to Indians.”

“No, no, they don’t, Lula; they don’t, you’ll see. I sha’n’t forget; I sha’n’t break my promise, you’ll see,—­you’ll see, Lula.  On Christmas eve I shall send you a Christmas present, sure,—­now remember!” answered Molly, vehemently.

CHAPTER II.