“Tell her we are coming to live here, and will give her anything she wants.”
Captain Sinclair again addressed her, and received her answer.
“She says that you are beautiful flowers, but not the wild flowers of the country, and that the cold winter will kill you.”
“Tell her she will find us alive next summer,” said Emma; “and, Captain Sinclair, give her this brooch of mine, and tell her to wear it for my sake.”
Captain Sinclair gave the message and the ornament to the Indian girl, who replied, as she looked up and smiled at Emma, “That she would never forget the beautiful Lily who was so kind to the little Strawberry-plant.”
“Really her language is poetical and beautiful,” observed Mary; “I have nothing to give her—Oh! yes, I have; here is my ivory needle-case, with some needles in it. Tell her it will be of use to her when she sews her mocassins. Open it and shew her what is inside.”
“She says she will be able to work faster and better, and wishes to look at your foot, that she may be grateful; so put your foot out, Miss Percival.”
Mary did so; the Indian girl examined it, and smiled and nodded her head.
“Oh, Captain Sinclair, tell her that the little boy who is gone with her husband is our cousin.”
Captain Sinclair reported her answer, which was, “He will be a great hunter and bring home plenty of game by-and-bye.”