Red Wing: Sister, are you really going?—You are always making believe.
Oak Leaf: O, father,—tell him.
The Chevalier: She is going, Red Wing.
Red Wing: There is nothing for me beyond the Big Sea Water.
The Chevalier: Over there your father is a famous chief, and you might wear a sword and fight beside the Great King.
Red Wing: I shall not fight beside the Great King; and I shall not wear the white man's sword.
The Chevalier (Takes his arm, coaxingly): Little chief, why not? Why not, my son?
Glory of the Morning (Coldly and firmly): Because he is my son.
Red Wing (Standing off; to the Chevalier with boyish pride): Because I am a Winnebago.