"But tell me about the Indian.

My brother just made little of it.

It is his way with me.

He thinks me just a little girl not to be trusted with things." "He doesn't know you, then," said the doctor.
She laughed gayly.

"And do you ?" "I know you better than that, at least." "What can you know about me ?" "I know you are to be trusted with that or with anything else that calls for nerve.