She went back to her butter-making in dignified silence.
The squaws blinked at her stolidly.

Always they were inclined toward suspicion of strangers, and perhaps to a measure of jealousy as well.
Not many whites received them with frank friendship as did the Hart family, and they felt far more upon the subject than they might put into words, even the words of their own language.
Many of the white race looked upon them as beggars, which was bad enough, or as thieves, which was worse; and in a general way they could not deny the truth of it.

But they never stole from the Harts, and they never openly begged from the Harts.

The friends of the Harts, however, must prove their friendship before they could hope for better than an imperturbable neutrality.

So they would not pretend to be glad.