sh to see you."

Eunice nodded. "I like to see you while grandmother is away," she
confided. "Grandmother says it is not wise for me to talk so much. But it
is hard to be all the time so silent as the Indians are. Some days I have
talked to the wild things in the woods."

Ruth dropped a bunch of red roses on Eunice's bed.

The child clutched them eagerly. "It is the red color that I love!" she
cried in delight.

"Eunice," Ruth asked, "do you remember your father and mother?"

Eunice shook her head. "I remember no one," she replied. "Long ago, there
was an old Indian man. He made canoes for me out of birch bark. He was my
grandmother's man--husband, I think you call him in your language."

The three "Automobile Girls" were disappointed. Eunice could remember no
associations but Indian ones. There was nothing to prove that Eunice was
not an Indian except the child's appearance.

Mollie decided to make another venture.

"Eunice," she asked, "do you still wear the gold chain around your neck?
I saw it the day you were hurt. It is so pretty I should like you to show
it to my friends."

The Indian girl looked frightened. "You will not tell my grandmother?"
she pleaded. "She would be very angry if she knew I wore it. I found the
pretty chain, one day, among some other gold things in an old box in the
wigwam." Why! Eunice pointed in sudden excitement to the watch Ruth wore
fastened on the outside of her blouse--"there was a round shiny thing
like that in the box. The other golden ornaments are at the wigwam. Only
this chain is Indian. So there seemed no wrong in my wearing it."

Eunice slipped her chain from under her gown. Ruth and Grace examined it
closely.

"Eunice," Grace exclaimed, "there are two English letters engraved on the
pendant of your chain. They are E. L., I am pretty sure."

"The same letters are on all the gold things," Eunice declared.

"Well, E. stands for Eunice plainly enough," volunteered Ruth, "but I
can't guess what the L. means."

Mollie said nothing.

"You know, Ruth," protested Grace, "the initials may not be Eunice's. The
child only found the chain at the wigwam. There is no telling where the
jewelry she speaks of came from."

"Oh!" Ruth cried, in a disappointed tone, "I never thought of that!"

"Eunice, we must go now," announced Ruth, "but I want you to promise me
not to go back to the wigwam with your grandmother until you have first
seen me. Tell your grandmother I wish to tal