In a very little while she and her visitor were on the best of terms; laughing, romping, and chasing each other in and out of doors, just as if they were twin sisters that had never been separated from each other.
When Mrs.Ripley asked Omas for how long a time he could leave his child with them, he said he must take her back that evening.

His wigwam was a good many miles away in the woods, and he would have to travel all night to reach the village of his tribe.
Mrs.Ripley, however, pleaded so hard, that he consented to let his child stay until he came back the next day or soon thereafter for her.
When he rose to go, the long summer day was drawing to a close.

He spoke to Linna in their native tongue.

She was sitting on the floor just then, playing with a wonderful rag baby, but was up in a flash, and followed him outside.
"Wait a moment and she will come back," said Mrs.Ripley to her own child.

She knew what the movement meant: Omas did not wish anyone to see him and Linna.
On the outside he moved to the left, and glanced around to make sure that no person was looking that way.