“I like him a lot.”
Several weeks passed, and one day as Little Dove was idling her time away dangling her feet in a stream, young Straight Arrow came to the water’s edge to wash some dirt from his arms and legs. He had been working in the garden with his father and now was going to clean up. Little Dove looked directly at him and said,
“Are you planning on taking a wife very soon, Straight Arrow?”
“I suppose so, Little Dove, for I am almost sixteen and my father said that I should be married now.”
“I too am planning to be married soon,” said Little Dove.
“Can you cook, or sew, or weave baskets?”
“No, I cannot do those things. Will I have to?”
“Well, I do not know about you but any girl that I marry must be able to do that and lots more. Well, I must be going now. It is time for lunch and I am very hungry and my sister is a very good cook.”
With that, Straight Arrow left the side of the stream and he left behind a very angry Little Dove.
Little Dove rushed home and told her mother what had happened. When she had finished blurting out her story, her mother said,