AMONG THE INDIANS Little Myrtle grew brighter day by day.

She even grew merry and developed a fine sense of humor, showing new traits in her hitherto undeveloped character.

The girl never mentioned her injury nor admitted that she suffered any pain, even when directly questioned.
Indeed she was not uncomfortable during that splendid automobile ride over mountain and plain into the paradise of the glowing West.

Never before in her life had Myrtle enjoyed an outing, except for an hour or two in a city park; never before had she known a friend to care for her and sympathize honestly with her griefs.

Therefore this experience was so exquisitely delightful that her responsive heart nearly burst with gratitude.