“Oh, what a lovely name,” murmured Natalie. “I wish I could have it for mine. Are there any Indian words for that, Blake?”
“It is written in the book, pale-faced maiden—Chee-ne-Sagoo—breath of the pine tree.”
“Isn’t it beautiful—the name I mean,” she said, as she accepted the volume the blanketed Blake held out.
“It is like thyself, pale-faced maiden,” and he bowed.
“Oh, that’s enough of this silliness!” exclaimed Mabel, breaking away from her brother who had tried to rub off some of the chalk from his cheeks to hers.
“Wow!” yelled Jack, as he threw off his covering, his almost too-realistic war-whoop giving the girls starts of fright. “Come on to the council fire. It is chilly, even if it is May,” and, followed by the others they filed into the pleasant library.
“First of all, let’s choose names,” suggested Mabel. “Did you look up any, Blake?”
“There are quite a number in the book,” he explained. “I marked some. They’re not all in the same Indian language, but that won’t matter I guess.”
“Not as long as they sound er—what’s that word we had in the lit. class the other day?” and Alice appealed to her chums.
“Euphonious,” suggested Natalie.