"Lahoma."
"Born that way, or Injunized?"
"Father before he died, him all time want to go settle in the Oklahoma country—settle on a claim with mother. They go there two times—three—but soldiers all time make them go back to Kansas. So me, I was born and they named me Oklahoma—but all time they call me Lahoma. That I must be called, Lahoma because that father and mother all time call me. Lahoma, that my name." She inquired anxiously, "You call me Lahoma?" She leaned forward, hands upon knees, in breathless anxiety.
"You bet your life I will, Lahoma!"
"Then me stay all time with you—all time. And you teach me talk right, and dress right, and be like mother and my white people? You teach me all that?"
"That's the program. I'm going to civilize you—that means to make you like white folks. It's going to take time, but the mountains is full of time."
"You 'civilize' me right now?— You begin today?" She started up and stood erect with arms folded, evidently waiting for treatment.
"The process will be going on all the while you're associating with me, honey. That chief, Red Feather—he has a daughter, hasn't he?"
"No; him say no girl, no boy." She spoke with confidence.
"I see. And your father's dead too, eh?" Evidently Red Feather had thoroughly convinced her of the truth of these pretenses.