The girl had not been a chieftainess for nothing.

A look of quiet command was there, but also a far-away expression which gave a faint look of sadness even when a smile was at the lips.

The smile itself did not come quickly, it grew; but above it all was hair of perfect brown, most rare,--setting off her face as a plume does a helmet.

She showed no surprise when Marion entered.

She welcomed her with a smile and outstretched hand, but said nothing.
"Lali," said Marion somewhat abruptly,--she scarcely knew why she said it,--"are you happy ?" It was strange how the Indian girl had taken on those little manners of society which convey so much by inflection.