the bleeding sores, and observing their slightly improved condition.
"It is no matter," would be Nattie's answer; "I don't mind these little hurts."
One evening the wife was recounting to her husband the incidents of the day.
"She has so much fortitude, and, at the same time, so much submission," she said, "that I wonder more and more the longer I have her in my care."
"Courage is a characteristic of her race," returned the husband.
"But mildness and patience are not," the wife added. "Surely she can not be an Indian girl, husband. Mark her language; she seems to have had good opportunities for education. Neither her looks nor manners are those of a wild race."
"Many Indians are as light colored as she is," said the husband; "and many of them mingle much in white society. They are imitative, and
