“Show him to me,” said the Chief. “I will prove that I can conquer him.”
The old grandmother led the way to her own wigwam. A great crowd followed to see what would happen.
“There he is,” said the Wise Old Woman; and she pointed to a dear little Indian baby, who sat, round-eyed and solemn, sucking a piece of sugar.
The Chief was astonished. He could not imagine what the old woman meant, for he was sure he could make a little baby obey him. This Chief had no wife, and knew nothing about babies. He stepped up closer to the baby, and looking seriously at him said:
“Baby, come here!”
Little Wasis merely smiled back at him and gurgled, “Goo, Goo,” in true baby fashion.
The Chief felt very queer. No one had ever answered him so before. Then he thought, perhaps the baby did not understand; so he stepped nearer and said kindly: “Baby, come here!”
“Goo, Goo!” answered baby, and waved his little dimpled hand.
This was an open insult, the Chief felt; so he called out loudly: “Baby, come here at once!”
This frightened little Wasis, and he opened his little mouth and began to cry. The Chief had never before heard such a noise. He drew back, and looked helplessly around.