"Do you, then, work with beads so much?" asked the stranger.
"Oh, all summer,—every long, long day," Nattie answered; "and always with white ones. I don't believe that any others would be as bad; but they dazzle so! I often see white beads everywhere."
"You don't see any about me, do you?" asked the youth, smiling.
"No," answered Nattie, regarding him. "I see you just as you are now; but, perhaps, in a minute, I shall see but half of you, or see flowers and letters in white beads, all over your clothes."
"Well, while you can see me as I really am, won't you please tell me what you think of me, and whom you take me to be?"
Nattie looked at her new acquaintance again, and said:
"I think that you are quite like white people."
Then some recollections of what Black-bird had told her, yesterday, in regard to a company
