"But they're pretty ones," said Corny, taking one of the beans in her hand.
They were pretty. They were not very large, but were beautifully polished, and of a delicate gray color, the first we had seen of the kind.
"These must be a rare kind," said Rectus. "They are almost always brown. Let's forgive him this once, and buy them."
"Perhaps he wants to make up with you," said Corny, "and has brought these as a present."
"I can soon settle that question," said I, and I took the three beans, and pulled from my pocket three quarter-dollars, which I offered to the Indian.
Crowded Owl took the money, grinned, gave a bob of his head, and went home happy.
If he had had any wish to "make up" with us, he had shown it by giving us a chance at a choice lot of goods.
"Now," said I, reaching out my hand to Corny, "here's one for each of us. Take your choice."
"For me?" said Corny. "No, I oughtn't to. Yes, I will, too. I am ever so much obliged. We have lots of sea-beans, but none like this. I'll have a ring fastened to it, and wear it, somehow."
"That'll do to remember us by," said I.