"Then he was gone.
"When they wrestled the next night it was as Mondamin had said. He was conquered. Then, day after day, Hiawatha came and watched,
"'Till at length a small green feather
From the earth shot slowly upward.'"
"There it is," whispered Susie.
"Sh!" said Donald.
"Then another and another," continued Uncle Robert, "and before long the corn was waving its long, green foliage in the sunshine.
"'It is Mondamin!' cried Hiawatha,'the friend of man, Mondamin!'"
"What a lovely story!" cried Susie as Uncle Robert finished. "I wish
Frank could have heard it."
"We'll find it in your mother's book of Longfellow's poems and let Frank read it," said Uncle Robert.
"Let's tell him about the seeds first," said Donald. "He'll like it better then."