Rod had never seen her look quite so pretty, or quite so timid, as she did on this particular morning.
"Will you forgive me for--for--keeping something from you, Rod ?" she asked.

She did not wait for the boy's reply, but went on.

"When you were so sick, and we thought you might die, I wrote to your mother and we sent the letter down by a special sledge.

And--and--oh, Rod, I just can't keep it in any longer, no matter if you do scold me! Your mother has come--and she is at Wabinosh House now!" For a moment Rod stood like one struck dumb.

Then he found his voice in a series of war-whoops which quickly brought Wabi in, only to see his friend dancing around Minnetaki like one gone crazy.
"Forgive you!" he shouted again and again.