"They are red seeds with black spots on them," replied his father.
"Emma, I believe you have some. Show him one."
The moment he saw it, he exclaimed,—
"Haha! A-lee-lah show me Guinea-peas. Her say me give she."
"Then you know Wik-a-nee?" said his father, in an inquiring tone.
The wanderer had acquired the gravity of the Indians. He never laughed, and rarely smiled. But a broad smile lighted up his frank countenance, as he answered,—
"Me know A-lee-lah very well. She not Wik-a-nee now."
Then he became grave again, and told how he was twining the red seeds in
A-lee-lah's hair, when his mother came and looked at him with great blue
eyes and smiled. Most of his auditors thought he was telling a dream.
But Mr. Wharton said to his oldest son,—
"I told you, Charles, that mother and son were not separated now."
William seemed perplexed by this remark; but he comprehended in part, and said,—
"Me see into Spirit-Land."