or, her slender body poised for flight. "Promise me," she pleaded,
"that you will not tell you have seen me, nor that I ever came here to
you." The girl dropped on her knees at Mollie's feet. "I am an Indian
girl," she explained. "I live on Lost Man's Mountain, but I know no one,
and no one knows me. Only Naki your guide has seen me. But he, too, has
Indian blood. He will not betray me. My name is Eunice. I have no other
name."

"But you cannot live alone," Mollie protested.

The Indian girl shook her head without answering. "If I tell you," she
implored, "will you promise me by the stars never to betray me? Promise,
promise, or I shall disappear and you will see me never again."

"Oh," Mollie answered thoughtlessly, "I promise."

A swift change swept over the Indian girl's face. She leaned confidingly
toward Mollie, who realized for the first time what her promise meant.
She was already dying to tell Bab and the other girls of her afternoon's
experience, but she vowed to herself to keep the child's secret.

"I do not live alone," Eunice declared. "I have a grandmother, who is an
old, old Indian woman. Our hut is far back in the hills. All day I have
watched and waited by your cabin, until the others went away. I wanted to
see that all was right with you. I trust you with my secret. Now, I must
be far away."

"But won't you come again, Eunice?" begged Mollie. "Why not come and see
all of us? We are only other girls like you. My sister and her friends
have only gone away for a visit to the Lathams'."

Eunice started and shook her black hair. "Latham! You must not speak the
name to me!" she cried fiercely. "My grandmother says it is an evil name,
and will work harm to me."

Mollie laughed at her. "The name of Latham is nothing to you, Eunice,"
she protested. "But won't you let me thank you for leading my sister to
me? You must have been the will-o'-the-wisp with the dark lantern. You
must have made the fire, and--and--you must even have put Grace's sweater
over my shoulders as I lay asleep. You are my ghost!"

The Indian girl drew herself up proudly, but her dark face turned
curiously white. "Yes," she muttered, "I took the red cloak away. My
grandmother says that I stole it, and Indians of royal blood do not
steal. I am no ghost, I am a princess!" Eunice looked at Mollie with
haughty grace.

"I did not know I was stealing," she insisted. "I saw the soft, red
thing. I did not think. I love the scarlet colors in