"THEN BAH GIVE IT TO YOU."
It was hard for the boy to grasp her meaning, for he knew so little about the Indians and their queer customs. However, he smiled back at her and, keeping his hand behind him, asked: "Where is the blanket you made, Bah?"
"You like to see?" she questioned sweetly.
"Yes, please," said Billy.
Bah went towards the hogan and took from a nail the blanket she had failed to sell. It was hanging on the outside wall of the hogan, a proof that it was appreciated here if not at the Trading Post. Bah brought it over and held it up for Billy to see.
"You like?" she asked innocently, cocking her head on one side like a little sparrow.
"I like very much, Bah," answered Billy eagerly. "I like to—"