"Peppajee Jim told me to come.

He said you're a 'heap smart squaw, all same mans.'" "Item: One pound of red-and-white candy for Peppajee Jim next time I see him." Miss Georgie laughed--but she also sat down so that her face was turned to the window.

"Are you in urgent need of a heap smart squaw ?" she asked.

"I thought"-- she caught herself up, and then went recklessly on--"I thought yesterday that you had found one!" "It's brains I need just now." After the words were out, Good Indian wanted to swear at himself for seeming to belittle Evadna.

"I mean," he corrected quickly--"do you know what I mean?
I'll tell you what has happened, and if you don't know then, and can't help me, I'll just have to apologize for coming, and get out." "Yes, I think you had better tell me why you need me particularly.