She paused a moment, and then walked straight up to the two ladies, holding out her mats as an invitation to them to buy.

Lucia shrank back, and Mrs.Bellairs afraid, from her previous alarm, that she really would faint, motioned hastily to the woman to go away.

But she seemed in no hurry to obey; repeating in a monotonous tone, "Buy, buy," she stood still, fixing her eyes upon Lucia with a keen look of inquiry.

The poor child, terrified, and ashamed of being so, made an uncertain movement towards the door, when the squaw suddenly laid her hand upon her arm.
"Where live ?" she said, in broken English.
"Go, go!" cried Mrs.Bellairs impatiently.

"We have nothing for you;" and taking Lucia's arm, she drew her into their sitting-room, and shut the door.
"Lie down on the sofa;" she said, "what could the woman mean?
You must have an opposite effect on her to what she has on you.