"Yes, yes," said Verty, "I ought to be thankful more than anybody else."
"Why?"
"You know I'm an Indian."
Redbud looked dubious.
"At least ma mere is my mother," said Verty; "and if I am not an Indian, I don't know what I am. You know," he added, "I can't be like a deer in the woods, that nobody knows anything about."
Redbud smiled; then, after a moment's thought, said:
"I don't think you are an Indian, Verty."
And as she spoke, the young girl absently passed the coral necklace, we have spoken of, backward and forward between her lips.
Verty pondered.
"I don't know," he said, at last; "but I know it was very good in God to give me such a kind mother as ma mere; and such friends as you all. I'm afraid I am not good myself."