“Now I have found the right way, and it makes me very happier, and I shall not change my thoughts.” in firm relief.  “I shall do this kind:  Till Dolly and Lucinda come I shall not say one word to any girl, or even tell the white mother.  Then Susie’s best things I shall give to Hannah Straight Tree in a way that will surprise her.  Tokee! there rings the half-hour bell till supper, and I am down here, and it is moonlight.”

Cordelia hastily replaced the best things in the bag and scampered home.

CHAPTER VII.

Cordelia Running Bird carried out her plan of asking Jessie Turning Heart, the playroom girl, to help her make the red dress, and the latter willingly agreed to “trade work,” and escape bringing in the wood to the torture of her lame foot.

Cordelia found that she had undertaken no light task, for there were violent snowstorms in the next two weeks, and an enormous quantity of wood was swallowed by the great stove in the playroom, which must needs be kept red-hot from long before dawn until bedtime, to dispel the freezing atmosphere within.

Owing to the influence of the playroom girl, the large and middle-sized girls in general ceased to be intensely hostile to Cordelia, but they did not break the seal of silence, so she could not ask help from among them.  The small girls showed their friendship for Cordelia now and then by marching in a line behind her from the wood-yard laden with what fuel they could bring, or even going down the path the older girls had broken to the flats for willow fagots, which they tied upon their backs and brought to her for kindling.

Hannah Straight Tree tried Cordelia’s resolution to do good to her by stealthy persecutions that escaped the notice of the teachers, who remarked to one another in relief that Hannah and the other girls appeared in better humor toward Cordelia, and the fatter had regained her cheerful spirits.

Hannah took her station in the little outside hall one blustering afternoon, watching through the side window till Cordelia climbed the porch steps loaded to her chin with wood; then Hannah braced her back against the outside door.  Cordelia spared one hand with difficulty, tugging at the door with wind-tossed garments, all in vain.  She dropped her wood to use both hands.  The door would sometimes stick when lightly closed, and thinking this to be the case, she threw her weight against it in a forcible attempt to burst it open.  Hannah jumped away and darted through the inside door in silent glee.

Cordelia fell full length into the hall and struck her head against the inner threshold.  She lay in a dazed condition for a little, then aroused herself, to catch a glimpse of Hannah peering through the window of the inside door.  She vanished instantly, but the expression of her face had told Cordelia where the mischief lay.

“She will not let me like her,” thought Cordelia, struggling to her feet with aching head, and blinking back the tears.  “Just like I shall have to hate her just a little while I do her good.”