"We can use hatchets for tomahawks," continued the little girl.
"Come on, Frances; let us go home and get our things and come
back here to dress up. Run, Jimmy, get your things! You, too,
Billy!" she commanded.
The children ran breathlessly to their homes nearby and collected
the different articles necessary to transform them into
presentable Indians. They soon returned, Jimmy dumping his load
over the fence and tumbling after; and the happy quartette sat
down on the grass in Miss Minerva's yard. First the paint boxes
were opened and generously shared with Billy, as with their
handkerchiefs they spread thick layers of rouge over their
charming, bright, mischievous little faces.
The feather decoration was next in order.
"How we goin' to make these feathers stick?" asked Billy.
They were in a dilemma till the resourceful Jimmy came to the
rescue.
"Wait a minute," he cried, "I'll be back 'fore you can say `Jack
Robinson'."
He rolled over the fence and was back in a few minutes, gleefully
holding up a bottle.
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