raid of the dear child? She is a lady--that's plain. Ah,
M's'r Williams, what she must have gone through!"

"Yet see how happy she looks!"

"She always seemed happy enough. She would come to this house. So when
the Jordans went to Canada, Pierre and I both said, 'Let her stay.'"

"Who were the Jordans?"

"The only family that escaped with their lives from the massacre when
she lost her family. Madame Jordan told me the whole story. They had
friends among the Winnebagoes who protected them."

"Did they give her their name?"

"No, the people in La Baye did that. We knew she had another name. But I
think it very likely her title was not used in the settlement where they
lived. Titles are no help in pioneering."

"Did they call her Madeleine?"

"She calls herself Madeleine."

"How long has she been with your family?"

"Nearly a year."

"Did the Jordans tell you when this change came over her?"

"Yes. It was during the attack when her child was taken from her. She
saw other children killed. The Indians were afraid of her. They respect
demented people; not a bit of harm was done to her. They let her alone,
and the Jordans took care of her."

The daughter and adopted daughter of the house came in with a rush of
outdoor air, and seeing Eagle first, ran to kiss her on the cheek one
after the other.

"Madeleine has come down!" said Marie.

"I thought we should coax her in here sometime," said Katarina.

Between them, standing slim and tall, their equal in height, she was yet
like a little sister. Though their faces were unlined, hers held a
divine youth.

To see her stricken with mind-sickness, and the two girls who had done
neither good nor evil, existing like plants in sunshine, healthy and
sound, seemed an iniquitous contrast.

If ever woman was made for living and dying in one ancestral home, she
was that woman. Yet she stood on the border of civilization, without a
foothold to call her own. If ever woman was made for one knightly love
which would set her in high places, she was that woman. Yet here she
stood, her very name lost, no man so humble as to do her reverence.

"Paul has come," Eagle told Katarina and Marie. Holding their hands, she
walked between them toward me, and bade them notice my height. "I am
his Cloud-Mother," she said. "How droll it is that parents grow down
little, while their children grow up big!"

Madame Ursule shook her head pitifully. But the girls really saw the
droll side