“Money.”
“Neither shall I give you money.”
The Indian emitted a guttural sound, probably indicating dissatisfaction, and turned slowly away.{166}
“I am glad he is gone,” said Mrs. Taylor. “I don’t like his looks.”
“Is he a bad man?” asked Carrie.
“I don’t know, my dear, but he likes to drink rum.”
“Then he must be bad.”
“He’s the worst lookin’ Indian I ever see,” said Jane. “I don’t want to set my eyes upon him again. He ought to be ashamed, goin’ round askin’ for money, a great, strong man like him. Why don’t he work?”
“Indians are not very fond of working, I believe, Jane.”
“If he wants money, he might make baskets.”