The remark seemed to amuse the Indian woman, for she chuckled again as she arose, but she did not answer him. Instead, she began to prepare for the making of the bread.
Billy watched the process with great interest, and ate with even more interest when it was finished. The Bah was delicious, he thought.
It tasted like—no, it didn't taste like anything Billy had ever eaten before.
After having done justice to the new food, the boy was shown in and about the hogan by his little friend. She took him to her "play hogan." It was made for her by her father and was just like the one they lived in, except that it was only large enough for one child to fit into.
"We could have lots of fun here, Bah. I'd like to come again and play with you. May I?" Billy asked.
"Yes, come much," answered Bah happily.
"And we'll play that I'm an Indian Chief and you are the Indian Mother, and the doll—oh, we haven't named the doll yet, have we?" said Billy.
"No, doll no name yet," said Bah.
"Well, let's see, how shall we do it?" Billy mused. "Suppose you come out of your play hogan and look around. The first thing you see will be what we'll name her."