"Little Moon can't have it," returned Helen, arranging her hood and shaking her head, "but I will bring you something too."
The girl clapped her hands and laughed.
"Where did you learn English?" Helen asked.
"In Detraw," was her answer.
"How did you get there?" she questioned.
"'Jibway Indians and squaws go in canoes every summare," was the answer; "sell skins, sell wampum, sell moccasin, sell fish, too."
The black eyes of the girl wandered restlessly toward the men who were working.
"What is your name?" Helen asked.
"Metsemee. It means Little Moon," she replied.
"What a beautiful name!"