"Probably it furnished the squaws of these woods with colouring matter.

Now let's see what we can get out of it.

You draw the plant and I'll dig the roots." For a time the Girl bent over her work and the Harvester was busy.
Belshazzar ranged the woods chasing chipmunks.

The birds came asking questions.

When the drawing was completed, other subjects were found at every turn, and the Girl talked almost constantly, her face alive with interest.