"Well, then, I don't promise," she said, backing away.
"I don't mean your change of heart towards me; I have a ring to express that; this is to express your change of heart towards—"
"Towards Injuns?"
"No; towards all 'the small peoples of the earth.'"
"Well, then, I can't wear it; I haven't changed. Down with them!" she shouted, in smiling bravado.
He closed the door. "Very well, then, you shall not even see the present; you are not worthy of it."
"Oh, please! please! I'll forgive all the heathens of Africa, if you will only let me see."
"I don't believe I like that, either," he replied. "You are now too flippant. However, I'll hold you to the word. If you don't mean it now you will by-and-by."
Elsie clapped her hands with girlish delight as he held up a fine buckskin dress, beautifully adorned with beads and quills. It was exquisitely tanned, as soft as silk, and a deep cream color.
"Isn't it lovely! I'll wear it whether my heart is changed or not."