CHAPTER XXVIII.
INDIAN CUSTOMS AND DANCES.
Before we had any right to look for my husband's return, I one day received a message inviting me to come up to the new house.

We all went in a body, for we had purposely stayed away a few days, expecting this summons, of which we anticipated the meaning.
Plante, in full glee, was seated astride of a small keg on the roof, close beside the kitchen chimney, on the very summit of which he had planted a green bough.

To this he held fast with one hand, while he exultingly waved the other and called out,-- "_Eh ban, Madame John! a cette heure, pour le regal!_" "Yes, Plante, you are entitled to a treat, and I hope you will not enjoy it the less that Pillon and Manaigre are to share it with you." A suitable gratification made them quite contented with their "_bourgeoise_," against whom Plante had sometimes been inclined to grumble, "because," as he said, "she had him called up too early in the morning." He might have added, because, too, she could not understand the philosophy of his coming in to work in his own garden, under the plea that it was too rainy to work in Monsieur John's.
It was with no ordinary feelings of satisfaction that we quitted the old log tenement and took possession of our new dwelling, small and insignificant though it was.
I was only too happy to enjoy the luxury of a real bedchamber, in place of the parlor floor which I had occupied as such for more than two months.

It is true that our culinary arrangements were still upon no greatly improved plan.

The clay chimney was not of sufficient strength to hold the trammel and pot-hooks, which at that day had not been superseded by the cooking-stove and kitchen-range.