A step sounded outside and an old war chief—her father—looked anxiously into the tent. When he saw her 128 eyes open, he came slowly in and gazed long at the Indian girl on the bed and then went as slowly out again.
When he came back, there were with him five other chiefs. Around the bed they stood in a silent circle and Kagigegabo wondered what they were going to do with her. Had she done wrong? Was she to be punished?
But the old chief spoke:
“Kagigegabo, you have saved the tribe from ruin, and because of your help, we have captured the enemy, for whom we were searching. They have told us of your bravery and of your wisdom. You were more full of courage than any squaw we have ever known. You shall no longer be called Kagigegabo, but you shall be called Aotonaka, the daring one.”
Then upon the arm of the girl who had wished she could be a Brave they bound a red band—the red band of courage. 129
THE WHITE FLOWER OF HAPPINESS
By Persis Richardson
The King sat in the library of the palace reading an old, old book—a book written when the King’s great-great-grandfather sat on the throne. The King had never seen the book before and it was very interesting to him. For the book told of a strange little plant that had grown in the kingdom in those days of the old, old king.