“You think you are.”
“Well, have it that way if it pleases you better. But what has this to do with my friendship for the Indian?”
“A great deal. I don’t like your intimacy with him. Not because he’s an Indian—although that is one reason—but because you have some purpose to serve by it that’ll do him no good.”
“Why, one would think you were in love with the young copper-skin!”
“No, but they might think he’s in love with me.”
“What! has he dared—”
“No, he has dared nothing; only a woman’s eye can see more than a man’s. Nelatu has never spoken a familiar word to me, but, for all that, I can see that he admires me.”
“And you—do you admire him?”
The young girl stopped in her walk.
Her eyes sparkled strangely as she answered—