"I go to the mission school sometimes to sing and play for them.

They don't think much of it.

One of the girls asked me for a hair.

One hair was all she wanted." The subject of Indian children proved to be innocuous.

They took coffee in John Gaviller's library.
"Colina brought these new-fangled notions in with her," said her father.
"They're all right!" said Ambrose soberly.
Colina saw the hand that held his spoon tremble slightly, and wondered why.