"Daily, I thank you in my heart, for the years I had at Carlisle. But most of all, I thank you for yourself and what you have been to me.
"I must not close without telling you of a conversation I had with Col. H—— of Boston. He heard your address on 'The Indian in Transition' at the Mohonk Conference. He told me it was a masterly address, and that you presented the Indian question with a clearness and force few have done. He told me that what you said would give a new impulse to Indian legislation. He seemed to know of your conferences at Washington, too.
"I hear great things of Father Kenneth, too; his increasing wealth, his power for leadership, and his upright dealings with men.
"Do you remember how jealous I used to be of him when I was a little chap? Well, I am jealous no longer. He is the finest man I know.
"But I must stop writing. This letter has run on into an old-fashioned visit.
"I am coaching one of the fellows in mathematics. Strange work for a savage!
"With love for all of you, including my dear Carla,
"Your loving boy,
"Wathemah."
"He's a fine fellow, is Wathemah," said Kenneth, as he cuddled his little girl up in his arms.
"Yes, he's developed wonderfully," responded Esther.