the world." She
touched the crimson leaves in her hair. "When I found that I had stolen I
meant to bring the cloak back. Then I saw you asleep in the woods. You
looked so cold and white that I put the cloak over your shoulders to keep
you warm. Now you have your own again."

"But, Eunice," Mollie inquired, more and more puzzled by the girl's
appearance and conversation, "are you a pure-blooded Indian? You do not
look like one. Your eyes are as big and brown as my sister Bab's, only a
little darker. And your features are so fine and pretty. Then you speak
such good English and your name is Eunice. Have you ever been to school?"

Eunice shook her head. "A long time a woman stayed in the tent with my
grandmother and me. She taught me to speak and to read books. She comes
again each winter with the snows. My teacher is part Indian and part
white. My grandmother says that an Indian princess must know, these days,
all that the white race knows, and she must have the knowledge of her own
people as well. But I go now. You will not tell you have seen me. Then,
some day when you are alone, I may return."

"Wait a second, Eunice?" begged Mollie and disappeared inside their
cabin. She came out with a lovely red silk scarf in her hand. "Take this,
Eunice, it is for you!" she explained.

Eunice shook her head. "An Indian princess does not accept gifts," she
demurred.

"Oh," laughed Mollie, throwing her gift over Eunice's brown shoulder,
"you are a proud little goose! I am sure it is a small enough gift. I
want to thank you for the service you did for me in the woods."

Ceally was stirring about in the kitchen. Like a flash the Indian girl
was gone. Mollie sat on the veranda steps rubbing her eyes. Had her
visitor been a real girl, or was Mollie bewitched by a brown elf?

CHAPTER X

A KNOCK AT THE DOOR

The moon had come up over the tree-tops before Miss Sallie, with Ruth,
Bab and Grace returned from their visit to Mr. Winthrop Latham.

"Well, you certainly have missed it, this time, Miss Mollie!" cried Bab,
running into the room where Mollie sat reading. "We have had the most
wonderful time, and met the most charming people. I never saw anything so
beautiful as the village of Lenox. We had a splendid view of it from the
tower in Mr. Latham's house. Lenox is called a village of seventy hills,
but I am sure we counted more than seventy."

"I am truly sorry you were not with us, Mollie," declared Miss Sallie,
comin