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 made an exclamation of delight when it was presented to her gaze.

"See, Black-bird!" she said; but the girl would not look up at first.

"Are you foolish and mad because Tulip is going to be of some use to us?" the squaw continued. "I bid ye look here at her work, and your own fingers may soon learn it, so our pin-cushions will have new fashions to please the whites the next time we journey abroad."

Black-bird now looked around with a sullen fave.

"Read it to her," said the squaw.

"M-a-r-y," said Nattie, pronouncing each letter slowly. "Would you like to make it, Black-bird? It is very easy."

"No, I'd rather make baskets," was the answer.

Nattie was now convinced that the Indians could not read. She wished that she had just one of her many pretty books at home, so that she she could teach the little ones the alphabet, if no