“Why?” she asked.
“Because we had lots of fun that day.”
“Why don’t you be friends with her?” mother asked.
I said that I did not want to be her friend.
“You are a mean boy,” said mother; “you should be friends.”
“Not much,” I said; but I did finally tell the girl that it was all right.
Then she wanted me to go over to their tepee and play, but I told her that I was afraid her mother would cut my head off.
“No,” she said, “mother will not hurt you. She feels sorry for what we did to your folks, and so does my father.”
Well, we passed the trouble over and became pretty good friends after that.
