"No, it is not made of deerskin," said White Maiden.
"You have not seen my brother. You must go away."
And she drove her out.
The next morning Little Scar-Face worked very hard. She built the fire and carried out all the ashes and brought in the wood and did everything that she could.
Then she said to her two sisters, "Sisters, let me take your beads. I too should like to find out if I can see Big Moose."
Her sisters laughed loud and long. They would not let her take their beads. No, indeed!
At last one of the sisters said she had an old broken string of beads that Scar-Face might take.
So Little Scar-Face took the old broken string of beads and tied it together and put it on. Then she made a queer little dress out of birch bark, and she washed herself all fresh and clean, and brushed her hair, and put on the dress and the old string of beads. So she went down through the village and the dark pine woods to the wigwam of Big Moose.
She was not a pretty child, for her face and hair were burned, and her clothes were very queer.