Let me show you, so you can beat him when you go home." Alice set to work, while the bright black eyes watched every movement.
"Now do you want to try it ?" she asked, after going through the game several times.
Linna nodded her head with the same birdlike quickness, and reached out her chubby hand.
Her father and Alice watched her closely.

She made several failures at first, all of which were patiently explained by her tutor; by and by she went through the performance from beginning to end without a break.
Alice clapped her hands with delight, and Omas--certain that no grownup person saw him--smiled with pleasure.
"Doesn't she know how to talk ?" asked Alice, looking up at the warrior.
Omas spoke somewhat sharply to his child in the Delaware tongue.

She startled, and looking at Alice, asked-- "Do--yoo think me play well ?" Alice was delighted to find she could make herself understood so easily.
It was wonderful how she had learned to speak English so early in life.
"I guess you can," was the ready reply of Alice; "your father can't begin to play as well.

When you go home you can show your mamma how to play Jack Stones.

Have you any brothers and sisters ?" "No; me have no brother--no sister." "That's too bad! I've got a big brother Ben.