"Is it thus the white squaws treat their lovers?"
"Certainly."
"The red one keeps her favors for her husband," was the proud response. "He would have the flower before the dew is brushed from it, or not at all."
"That's prudish, Raven. But who is there to see?"
"The stars and the Manitou."
"Pshaw! Your coming to-night tells me that you will be my wife, and why should there any longer be formality between us?"
"Does not the pale-face bring gifts to the wigwam of her he loves?"
"Yes, and you shall have them in plenty after we are married. Then I am going back to my people for a little time, and when I come again you shall have beads and ribbons and every thing you desire."
"Why does he go if he wishes to become a chieftain of the Sioux?"
"To get guns and powder."