That Whitey, bein' a paleface, is entitled t' absorb all th' knowledge he c'n hold, but that Injun, bein' copper-colored, has got t' get along with other brunettes of his kind, back in some school east of here, 'specially designated by a patern'l gov'ment." "Did she say all them words ?" demanded Charlie Bassett.
"Just like that," Bill replied.

"'S though she knew 'em by heart.

Must 'a' bin some circular, or somep'n' she'd learned aforehand." "Well, what d'ye think o' that ?" Jim Walker exploded.

"Think o' that John Big Moose, an' all he knows, an' him bein' allowed t' learn folks in some Eastern high school, an' that there Jennie Adams, what don't know enough t' tell time by a kitchen clock, not bein' puhmitted t' learn Injun nothin'.

It ain't right." Bill Jordan leaned back, well satisfied with the effect he had produced.
"'Course it ain't right," he said.