Bah was still smiling as she said: "Yes, I see and I name papoose 'Bluebird' in Navajo—that is 'Doli'."
A grin spread from one of Billy's ears to the other. "That's the time you fooled me!" said he.
They were laughing over Bah's joke when they saw some one coming towards them. "My father come home," cried Bah, and ran to meet him.
As he came nearer Billy saw that he was very tall and very straight. He wore white trousers tied below the knees with red ribbons, a sash about his waist, and many beads hanging from his neck. His hair was long and tied in the back, much the same as Bah's, with a white cloth.
He came over and held out his hand to Billy. He said: "I hear you good to little Bah. Me Bah's father."
Billy was thrilled to shake the hand of such a fine big Indian, and to find that he was treating him as a friend.
"He Big Chief," said Bah proudly.
"Oh, are you a Big Chief?" asked the boy. A thought began to flicker through his mind. He would surprise his father—his father who was hobnobbing daily with Big Chiefs and Medicine Men, and who thought Billy was wasting his time.
He wouldn't say a word to Father, but he'd begin tonight and he'd write a story, all about Bah, her mother and her father, the Big Chief. He'd come back again tomorrow and learn more from them, for hadn't Bah said "Come much"—which meant he was welcome.
"Well, I have had such a good time with Bah—Mr.-a-a"