Still, the latter answered
manfully, as became his sex.
"I am not so fortunate as to have a squaw, and least of all to have
this" said le Bourdon.
"Why no hab her--she good squaw," returned the literalminded Indian-
-han'some 'nough for chief. You ask; she hab--now squaw well--always
like warrior to ask him fuss; den say, yes."
"Aye, that may do with your red-skin squaws," le Bourdon hastily
replied; for he saw that Margery was not only distressed, but a
little displeased--"but not with the young women of the pale-faces.
I never saw Margery before last evening; and it takes time for a
pale-face girl to know a youth."
"Just so wid red-skin--sometime don't know, till too late! See
plenty dat, in wigwam."
"Then it is very much in the wigwams as it is in the houses. I have
heard this before."
"Why not same?--skin make no difference--pale-face spile squaw, too-
-make too much of her."
"That can never be!" exclaimed le Bourdon, earnestly. "When a
pretty, modest, warm-hearted young woman accepts a youth for a
husband, he can never make enough of her!"
On hearing sentiments so agreeable to a woman's ears, Margery looked
down, but she looked pleased.
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