"I'll show you." She was merry, intent on mischief.
"Oh! whatever you like." He was uninterested.
Leila said, "You stand behind this tree, I will stand behind that one." She took for herself the larger shelter.

"Then you, each of us, get ready this way a pile of snowballs.

I say, Make ready! Fire! and we snowball one another like everything.

The first Indian that's hit, he falls down dead.

Then the other rushes at him and scalps him." "But," said John, "how can he ?" "Oh! he just gives your hair a pull and makes believe." "I see." "Then we play it five times, and each scalp counts one.