"Yes, but the squaw, as you call your wife, and the little children, must have some first."
"Oh, yes. Give 'em milk too, if so he can find cow."
"Oh, is your cow lost? And was it she who poked her head in our tent last night?" asked Mrs. Brown.
"I think it was, Mother," said Bunny. "She had two crumpled horns, and the one the farmer owns has only one. Sue and I are going to help Eagle Feather find his cow."
"Well, you mustn't go very deep into the big woods," said Mrs. Brown. "But then I think the cow can't have wandered far, for there is good feeding near where Uncle Tad tied her."
"You show me where cow broke loose, I find her," said Eagle Feather. "Indian hab heap good medicine to find cow."
"Medicine? You don't need medicine to find a cow," said Mrs. Brown. "You might need medicine if your cow were sick, but she didn't look sick when she poked her nose into the tent."
"Cow no sick, but heap good medicine find her all same," replied Eagle Feather, smiling.
"He means our toys, Mother," said Bunny. "He called my train of cars and Sue's doll heap good medicine."
"Oh, I see!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "It's a sort of charm. But you mustn't believe in that sort of nonsense, children, even if some of the more ignorant Indians do."