But Bet and her father took her attention away from such details.
"Are there any Indians left in your part of the country, Miss Kit?" the Colonel asked graciously.
"Not very many. They have died out pretty fast in the last fifty years. They are mostly on reservations."
"What is the tribe called?" questioned Bet.
"The Apaches live up in the hills and then down nearer the towns there are Papagos. The latter have always been peaceful Indians and lived by farming."
"Ugh! I'd be frightened of an Indian. Aren't you, Kit?" asked Joy.
"No, not a bit. They are perfectly friendly. Most of them are too easy-going to do any harm."
"But I thought all Apaches were cruel."
"Indeed they're not!" exclaimed Kit indignantly. "My father has had old Apache Joe working for him ever since I can remember. He and his squaw, Mary, pretty nearly brought me up. I love them both, and Indian Mary is the kindest old thing in the world. Why Pa and Ma couldn't get along without them!"
"Are there any other Indians near them?" asked Shirley.