"And the Indians, did they ever get the baby?" asked Betty excitedly.
"No, dear, but nearly, several times. It was their pet revenge to steal babies, and we had to guard them closely."
Just then a knock at the door made them turn.
To Mrs. Emmit's cheery "come in," a woman of eighty entered.
"Why sister Heller, you're just in time for some ice-cream," said Mrs. Emmit delightedly. "Mrs. Catt, I want to introduce to you another member of our Ephraim family."
Mrs. Catt smiled at the dark, swarthy old woman who had entered. Surely she was an Indian.
Sister Heller smiled in return, but her small sharp eyes seemed to pierce the visitor with an unnecessary stare.
"We're very fond of her," spoke up Mrs. Emmit, "she was treated roughly by her own people as they passed. She was so old that she couldn't keep up with the tribe, so they didn't want her. We took her and she has been one of us ever since."
The old Indian smilingly nodded and then uncovered a basket of home-made cookies.
"I brought them over for your party," she said simply.