“Are you going to keep me here? Will you never take me home?” asked Carrie, overwhelmed with alarm.
“Little girl stay with Indian; be Indian’s pickaninny.”
“I don’t want to be a pickaninny,” said Carrie. “Poor{172} mamma will be so frightened. Did she see you take me away?”
“No. She go out. Leave child asleep. Indian jump through window. Take little girl.”
When Carrie understood how it was that she had been kidnapped, she felt very much frightened; but even in her terror she felt some curiosity about the Indian, and his mode of life.
“Where is your house?” she asked. “Is it here in the woods?”
“All places, under trees.”
“What! do you sleep under trees, without any roof?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you build a house?”