You have certain characteristics--your rather high cheek-bones, for
instance--and your skin has a peculiar tint."
"I got an awful complexion on me," Susie agreed, "but I'm goin' to fix
that."
"Then, your movements and gestures----"
"That's from talkin' signs, maybe. I can talk signs so fast that the
full-bloods themselves have to ask me to slow up. But, now, if you saw me
with my hair frizzled--all curled up, like, and pegged down on top of my
head--and a red silk dress on me with a long skirt, and shiny shoes coming
to a point, and a white hat with birds and flowers staked out on it, and
maybe kid gloves on my hands--would you know right off it was me? Would
you say, 'Why, there's that Susie MacDonald--that breed young un from the
reservation'?"
"No," declared McArthur firmly; "I certainly never should say, 'Why,
there's that Susie MacDonald--that breed young un from the reservation.'
As a matter of fact," he went on gravely, "I should probably say, 'What a
pity that a young lady so intelligent and high-spirited should frizz her
hair'!"
"Would you?" insisted Susie delightedly.
"Undoubtedly," McArthur replied, with satisfying emphasis.
"And how long do you think it would take me to stop slingin' the buckskin
and learn to talk like you?--to say big words without bitin' my tongue and
gettin' red in the face?"
"Do I use large words frequently?" McArthur asked in real surprise.
"Whoppers!" said Susie.
"I do it unconsciously." McArthur's tone was apologetic.
"Sure, I know it."
"I shrink from appearing pedantic," said McArthur, half to himself.
"So do I," Susie declared mischievously. "I don't know what it is, but I
shrink from it. Do you think I could learn big words?"
"Of course." McArthur wondered where all these questions led.
"Did you ever notice that I'm kind of polite sometimes?"
"Frequently."
"That I say 'If you please' and 'Thank you,' and did you notice the other
morning when I asked Old Man Rulison how his ribs was getting along that
Arkansaw Red kicked in, and said I was sorry the accident happened?"
McArthur nodded.
"Well, I didn't mean it." She giggled. "That was just my manners that I
was practisin' on him. He was onery, and only got what was comin' to him;
but if you're goin' to be polite, seems like you dassn't tell the truth.
But Miss Marshall says that 'Thank you,' 'If you please,' and 'Good
morning, how's your ribs?' are kind of pass-words out in the world that
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