Other comfort was given to her also. The Silvers had been told of the death, and Mrs. Silver and Rachel came and sat with Blade-o'-Grass. At first she shrank from Mrs. Silver, but no person could long resist the gentle tenderness of that good woman.
'She is truly your friend,' I said.
'I know it, I know it,' whispered Blade-o'-Grass humbly; 'but I'm not--not good enough.'
I repeated these words to Mrs. Silver, and with a beautiful smile she embraced the poor girl and kissed her.
'Will you not kiss me, my child?' Mrs. Silver asked.
The sobs that came from Blade-o'-Grass came from a heart overcharged with gratitude. But she was most at home with Rachel, and the two girls sat by the bed, while Mrs. Silver busied herself about the room. She stopped until the evening, and when she and Rachel were preparing to go, I saw an imploring look in Blade-o'-Grass's eyes. I stepped to her side.
'What is it you want, my dear?' She made no reply, but she looked at Rachel most wistfully and yearningly. I saw the thought and the wish that she was too humble to express.
'Let Rachel stop with her tonight,' I said to Mrs. Silver.
For one moment only did Mrs. Silver hesitate; her child had never slept away from her home.
'Rachel, my dear,' she said, 'will you stop to-night with Blade-o'-Grass?'