"Nonsense!" sniffed Miss Sallie.

"It is all very well for you to say nonsense, Aunt Sallie, but you do not
dream how obstinate this old woman is. She declares an Indian does not
need treatment from a doctor. In the meantime, poor little Eunice's
temperature is going up, and she is delirious from the fever. What shall
we do? Poor Bab is feeling perfectly miserable."

"Take me to this obstinate old woman," said Miss Stuart, firmly.

"You?" cried Ruth, in astonishment.

"Certainly!" answered Aunt Sallie. "I _said_, '_take me_.'"

"But, auntie, you will so hate the climb up that trail," Ruth argued.
"And the wigwam is dreadful after you get there. Only the little Indian
girl is exquisite, like a flower growing in some horrid place. I don't
believe you will ever be equal to the trip."

"Ruth," insisted Miss Stuart in stately tones, "since I have thrown in my
fortunes as chaperon to 'The Automobile Girls' I have had many strange
adventures. Doubtless I shall have many others. Persuading an obstinate
woman to do what is best for the child she loves is not an impossible
task. It does not matter in the least whether the woman is white or an
Indian. Tell Naki to take me to the wigwam at once."

"Aunt Sallie, you are an angel!" cried Ruth, throwing her arms around her
aunt. "Now, Bab, don't you worry any more," she called into the next
room.

"Aunt Sallie does not know what she promises!" said Barbara, joining Ruth
and her aunt.

"Just let's leave her alone, Bab," whispered Ruth. "We will go along with
her to see Eunice. I think I am counting on my Aunt Sallie to win."

Miss Stuart paused to draw one deep breath, when she finally reached the
Indian woman's wigwam. Then she quietly entered the tent and walked over
to Eunice's bedside. Crouched on the floor by the child was the old
Indian squaw, who did not even lift her eyes to look at Miss Sallie.

Eunice was lying on her cedar bed, with her cheeks the color of the
scarlet leaves that once crowned her black hair.

"How do you do?" asked Miss Stuart politely, bowing to the Indian woman.
As Miss Sallie put her soft hand on Eunice's hot head, the child stopped
her restless movements for a second. The grandmother looked up.

"Your little girl is very ill!" Miss Stuart continued quietly. "I have
come to see that she has proper care. She must be taken to a hospital at
once. Naki will see to the arrangements. The doctor says the child must
be moved to-day."

The Indian