You may tell Benjamin that I am real sorry for bein' hard to him, and that, if he will come over and see me, I'll give him a carved pipe that husband made.

Now, Gretchen, you may go, and I'll sit down and think a spell.

I'll be dreadful lonely when you're gone." Gretchen kissed her foster-mother at the door, and said: "Your new spirit, mother, will make us both so happy in the future! We'll work together.

What the master teaches me, I'll teach you." "What--books ?" "Yes." "O Gretchen, your heart is real good! But see here--my hair is gray.

Oh, I am sorry--what a woman I might have been!" Gretchen lay down in the lodge that night beside the dusky wife of the old chief.