"You live among the Indians?" Madame Tank resumed.
The fact was evident.
"Have they been kind to you?"
I said they had.
Madame Tank's young daughter edged near her and inquired in a whisper,
"Who is he, mother?"
"Hush!" answered Madame Tank.
The head of the party laid down his violin and bow, and explained to us:
"Madame Tank was maid of honor to the queen of Holland, before reverses overtook her. She knows court secrets."
"But she might at least tell us," coaxed Annabel, "if this Mohawk is a Dutchman."