Heckewelder told stories of Indian life; Nell sang several songs, and Kate told many amusing things said and done by the little Indian boys in her class at the school.

Thus the evening passed pleasantly for all.
"So next Wednesday I am to perform the great ceremony," remarked Heckewelder, laying his hand kindly on Young's knee.

"We'll celebrate the first white wedding in the Village of Peace." Young looked shyly down at his boots; Edwards crossed one leg over the other, and coughed loudly to hide his embarrassment.

Kate wore, as usual, her pensive smile; Nell's eyes twinkled, and she was about to speak, when Heckewelder's quizzical glance in her direction made her lips mute.
"I hope I'll have another wedding on my hands soon," he said placidly.
This ordinary remark had an extraordinary effect.

Nell turned with burning cheeks and looked out of the window.