Their day in Bear River proved to be a gala day of the town. They had arrived at the height of the Cherry Carnival, and games and boat-races and other festivities had been arranged as part of the celebration. The girls were up very early that first morning, and soon after breakfast Martine was out with her camera, taking snapshots in every direction. A fat old squaw in a red jersey pretended to be afraid of the kodak, and turned her head; but there was a grin on her face as she looked around, which Martine quickly caught. Another squaw, also fat, with a little pappoose in her arms and another clinging to her skirts, begged Martine to take her.
"Where you live?" asked Martine, as if talking to a child.
"Up there," pointing vaguely in the distance.
"Where?"
"Reservation; you come see."
Martine was interested.
"Is it far?"
"Oh, no."
"What's your name?" asked Martine.
"Marie Brown. You find my house."