"Goodness! I wish I could be in your class!" cried Bunny. "Even though I am a grade ahead of you," he added. "Does she tell about Indian fights with bows and arrows, and taking prisoners, and all that?"
"No, she tells about tame Indians, not the wild kind," explained Sue. "The tame ones are just like the ones that live on the preservation here—the Onondagas. But I like tame Indians, though I hope none of them has taken my Teddy bear."
"I hope not, either," said her father. "For Eagle Feather and his Indians are good friends of ours, and I would not like to feel that they would take anything from our camp. Still we must look everywhere."
"Sue, you said the Indians lived on a 'preservation.' You meant 'reservation,'" corrected Bunny.
"I don't care. They live there, whatever it is," declared the little girl.
They circled about the tents, but the footprints, as far as they could tell, were those of white men—none of them toed in.
"Are you going to the Indians' camp?" asked Bunny.
"Yes, I think we'll go there, and also to——"
But just then came the voice of Mrs. Brown calling:
"Breakfast is ready, and if you wait very long the pancakes will be spoiled! Hurry!"