"All these my company," he told her.
"You eat now.

By and by I think you better go home." Annie-Many-Ponies looked at him with smoldering eyes, standing in the middle of the kitchen, refusing to sit down to the table until the main question was settled.
"Why you say that ?" she demanded, drawing her brows down sullenly.

"You got plenty more Indian girls ?" Luck shook his head.
"You think me not good-looking any more ?" With her two slim brown hands she pushed back the shawl from her hair and challenged criticism of her beauty.

She was beautiful,--there was no gain saying that; she was so beautiful that the sight of her, standing there like an indignant young Minnehaha, tingled the blood of more than one of the Happy Family.

"You think I so homely I spoil your picture ?" "I think you must not run away from the reservation," Luck parried, refusing to be cajoled by her anger or her beauty.