She is--what you call it--gwan-auch-ewin--so splendid! Out of the Cree you cannot speak it." A tender glow filled Josephine's eyes as Jean began pulling up the pegs of the tent.
"A little later I will tell you about Jean," she whispered.

"But now, go to your canoe.

We will follow you in a few minutes." He left her, knowing that she had other things to say to Jean which she did not wish him to hear.

As he turned toward the coulee he noticed that she still held the opened letter in her hand.
There was not much for him to do when he reached his canoe.

He threw out his sleeping bag and tent, and arranged Josephine's robe and pillows so that she would sit facing him.