as you do Young Mary?"

The Indian woman shook her head for no, but Kit laughed. "I don't
believe you! You always liked me better than Young Mary.--Where is
she? I brought her something from New York."

"Where? What?" asked Old Mary.

"I want to give it to Young Mary myself. It's so pretty that if you
saw it first you'd never let Mary have it. Where is she?"

"Way off visiting at the reservation. Pretty soon she come home. Lots
of Indians come soon."

"I'm so disappointed," exclaimed Kit. "Here, I brought something for
you, too." And Kit held out a large package.

The old Indian woman unwrapped the large bundle and disclosed a dress.
Kit had chosen it with the idea of pleasing her old nurse, who, above
everything else, delighted in bright clothes. A pleasing mixture of
reds and yellows; modernistic, they called it in New York, but in
Arizona it was just plain "Injun Caste."

The old woman gave grunts of satisfaction as she patted the bright
cloth, then scurried away to show her treasure to her husband, Indian
Joe. He hurried out and shook hands with Kit and beamed on her when
Old Mary displayed her gown. The Indian was more up-to-date than his
wife. He had been to school when young and knew the ways of the white
people.

Kit extended a package to Indian Joe.

"Ah!" breathed Mary excitedly when Joe undid the string and she saw a
pair of comfortable felt slippers. "He like much," she said with a nod
of her head.

But when they saw a stranger watching them from the window they became
embarrassed and wanted to hide away until Kit told them that Professor
Gillette was a great friend of the Indians and would want to meet them
and get acquainted.

Old Mary shook her head with disapproval. It took her a long time to
make up with strangers. But Joe was different. When Kit told him that
the professor was going to pitch a tent in the canyon and live there
for the summer, he nodded and said: "Me fix him up. Joe knows where."

And Kit knew by that that Indian Joe and the stranger would be friends.

The professor had studied his Indians well. He waited patiently for
the proper chance to introduce himself. It came the first evening.
Joe and Old Mary always built a little bonfire back of their shack and
sat around it, as they had done in previous days when outdoor cooking
was their custom. In fact they had never outgrown the habit of
preparing a meal over the glowing coals.

But on this evening t