Indian. Eaglefeather not tell. Eaglefeather show, to-morrow. Tired now. March long, long time.
Mother. Yes, poor lad. Let him rest now, boys.
[Indian lies before fire, Roger and Myles
as before, Nathan behind Mother's chair.
Roger. Thou'rt always the one to think of making folks comfortable, Mother. What would Mistress Wells say if she saw Eaglefeather here now?
Myles. He never would be beside her kitchen fire.
Nathan. Not if he was frozen stiff.
Mother. For shame, boys; Mistress Wells hath been very kind to us.
Patience. I think she is a very sour-visaged woman, and I can't see why thee wants to help her.
[Mother gazes thoughtfully into the fire.