ed her very fierce, but Hannah Straight Tree did not care,
for she was all the time thinking Annie was so faint. And Annie drank a
little porridge and told Hannah she was very glad indeed. And they did
not punish Hannah, for the rosebuds were for Annie.

"When the Indian preacher told at Annie's funeral how she was so good
and learned so many Bible verses for the King's Daughters' meetings,
there was much crying in the schoolhouse, for the girls all felt so bad.
And before I got into the wagon with my father, when we carried Annie to
the agency, Hannah Straight Tree whispered that she did not want to
sleep with anyone but me, and if they put another girl in bed with her
she would be sure to turn her back and never say one word to her.

"Now the dormitory girls and Hannah Straight Tree are my enemies. The
verse that Annie tried to think of most is all about enemies. I cannot
read it just now. I shall read some other verses first."

Many of the verses her sister had marked were familiar to Cordelia, for,
as Annie had requested, she had been allowed to take the little Bible
when in thoughtful mood, perhaps when kept within doors on a stormy
Sunday afternoon. She had read them often, asking explanation of the
hard words from the teachers, and had learned a number of the simplest
ones in preparation for her own admission to the King's Daughters
Circle, which would be before long, she had hoped.

"Here is one about the tongue, that has the straight marks Helen made,
and Annie's cross behind it. This I have not learned to say."

Cordelia Running Bird read aloud slowly: "'_Even so the tongue is a
little member, and boast-eth great things. Behold how great a matter a
little fire kind-leth_.'

"That means to brag with the tongue and make folks very cross. Hannah
Straight Tree bragged because her floor and stairs are always nicer than
my floor and stairs," Cordelia said. "But just like I have bragged
some, too," she added. "My tongue has talked so much because my father
is an agency policeman and my little sister has nice things. And I
bragged about my white memory and my store shoes. But I was only
talking to myself about the ugly issue shoes, and Hannah Straight Tree
went and told it."

She turned the leaves and found another text: "'_A soft answer turneth
away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger_.' I did not speak soft
when I told Hannah Straight Tree she was very dumb in school, and I was
glad Dolly could