the
hospital?"

Miss Sallie demurred. "I must see the child again first, Ruth, dear. She
can come here for the day, but not longer. She will be best with Naki and
Ceally for a time. Now, Ruth, don't be so impetuous. You must not plan
impossible schemes. Remember, this Indian child is entirely uneducated.
She does not know the first principles of good manners. But I am
perfectly willing that you should do what seems best for her."

"When shall we go to see Eunice?" Ruth asked, turning to the other three
girls.

"Oh, let us go this afternoon, please, Ruth," pleaded Mollie.

"But Mr. Latham has asked us to go driving with him," Barbara objected.

"Mr. Latham has only asked Aunt Sallie and one of us, Bab," Ruth
rejoined. "Suppose you go with Aunt Sallie. Reginald Latham would rather
have you along. And, to tell you the truth, Grace and Mollie and I would
much rather go to see Eunice."

Mollie and Grace both nodded.

"But I don't want to be left out of the visit to Eunice, either," Bab
protested. "Never mind," she went on, lowering her voice; "if Reginald
Latham has any connection with Eunice, see if I don't find it out this
afternoon."

"Never, Bab!" cried Grace.

"Well, just you wait and see!" ended Mistress Barbara.

"Mollie, you go into the room to see Eunice first," said Ruth as they
reached the hospital. "Grace and I will wait outside the door. You can
call us when you think we may come in. Eunice may be frightened."

But Ruth need not have feared.

As Mollie went into her room, Eunice was sitting up in bed. Her straight
black hair was neatly combed and hung over her shoulders in two heavy
braids. The child had on a fresh white night gown. Already she looked
fairer from the short time spent indoors.

Eunice stretched out her slim brown hands to Mollie.

"My little fair one!" she cried rapturously.

"I feared never to see you again. My grandmother told me I must return to
the wigwam as soon as I am well; but I do not want to leave this pretty
bed. See how white and soft it is."

Mollie kissed Eunice.

The child looked at her curiously. "Why do you do such a strange thing to
me?" asked Eunice.

Mollie was amazed. "Don't you know what a kiss is, Eunice? I kissed you
because I am fond of you."

Eunice laughed gleefully. "Indians do not kiss," she declared. "But I
like it."

"Shall I ask the other girls to come in?" Mollie inquired. "My two
friends, Ruth and Grace, are waiting in the hall. They wi