"For I am sure you pictured father as a kind of white patriarch, surrounded by his primitive children (father is certain to have called the Indians his 'children'!).

Unfortunately, the Indians detest father.

They're half afraid of him, too.

I don't know why.

Years ago, when we lived up coast--" she paused, plainly annoyed at her own loquacity, "we knew plenty of Indians then," she finished shortly.
"And are there no Indians here at all ?" "There is an Indian reservation at North Vancouver.