“What do they do?” asked Desiré, leaning forward to look at the narrator.
“Well, every morning they go to Mass and attend to all their religious duties, and very often there are weddings and First Communions. If there’s been any quarreling or disputing during the year, the differences are patched up. Then in the evenings they dance and play games.”
“What kind of games?” asked René, who was eagerly listening to every word.
“Oh, whinny, hatchet throwing, deer foot, wheel and stick, hunt the button—”
“Oh, I can play that,” interrupted René, with just satisfaction.
“It’s a sight worth going a distance to see,” concluded the man.
“I imagine so,” replied Jack; “but I’m afraid we won’t get there this year. I have old Simon’s traveling store this summer, and—”
“You have? Then you want to open it up when these games are over; for a crowd like this is almost always in need of some kind of supplies. Anyway, they’re sure to buy something, whether they need it or not.”
Jack acted on the suggestion, and made so many sales that when the people finally drifted homeward it was too late to go on that night. They put up in a woods just outside of the town, and after supper Desiré made a discovery that did not altogether please her.
“Did you know that some Indians are camped a little farther down the road?” she asked Jack.