She seemed to be reviewing the history of her life, so intently did she gaze at the bright coals on the hearth.

Many strange thoughts apparently engaged her.

She was, of her own accord, an inmate of the white man's house, waiting to do good to his sick child.

She had wept bitterly for days, lest the child should be lost to her--and now she was full of happiness, at the prospect of her recovery.
How shall we reconcile this with the fact that Harper, or Harpstinah, was one of the Sioux women, who wore, as long as she could endure it, a necklace made of the hands and feet of Chippeway children?
Here, in the silence of night, she turned often towards the bed, when the restless sleep of the child broke in on her meditation.

She fancied I slept, but my mind was busy too.