She had even lost the interest in her old dress.

Perhaps it had only touched some note in unison with her revery.
"Can't ye get the poor critter some whiskey ?" he queried, fretfully.
"Ye used to be peart enuff before." As Flip turned to the corner to lift the demijohn, Fairley took occasion to kick the squaw with his foot, and indicate by extravagant pantomime that the bargain was not to be alluded to before the girl.

Flip poured out some whiskey in a tin cup, and, approaching the squaw, handed it to her.

"It's like ez not," continued Fairley to his daughter, but looking at the squaw, "that she'll be huntin' the woods off and on, and kinder looking after the last pit near the _Madronos_; ye'll give her grub and licker ez she likes.

Well, d'ye hear, Flip?
Are ye moonin' agin with yer secrets?
What's gone with ye ?" If the child were dreaming, it was a delicious dream.