You're jealous of Grant, and you always have been, ever since his father left him with me.

I hope my heart's big enough to hold them all." She remembered then that they could not understand half she was saying, and appealed to Viney.

Viney liked Grant.
"Viney, you tell me.

Grant no come Hartley, no drunk, no yell, no catchum you dog, no ride in Hagar's wikiup?
You tell me, Viney." Viney and Lucy bobbed their heads rapidly up and down.

Viney, with a sidelong glance at Hagar, spoke softly.
"Good Injun Grant, mebbyso home Hartley," she admitted reluctantly, as if she would have been pleased to prove Hagar a liar in all things.
"Me thinkum no drunk.