She was leaning against one knee, the woman's heels being drawn up close to her body, making a back to the seat of soft turf, and with her small hand thumping the woman's brown one against the other knee. "Mam'selle, you have heard it so many times you could tell it yourself in the dark." "But perhaps I could not tell it in the daylight," said the girl, with mischievous laughter that sent musical ripples on the sunny air. The woman looked amazed. "Why should you be better able to do it at night?" "O, you foolish Pani! Why, I might summon the _itabolays_--" "Hush! hush! Do not call upon such things." "And the _shil loups_, though they cannot talk. And the _windigoes_--" "Mam'selle!" The Indian woman made as if she would rise in anger and crossed herself. "O, Pani, tell the story. Why, it was night you always say. And so I ought to have some night-sight or knowledge. And you were feeling lonely and miserable, and--why, how do you know it was not a _windigo_?" "Child! child! you set one crazy! It was flesh and blood, a squaw with a blanket about her and a great bundle in her arms. And I did not go in the palisade that night. I had come to love Madame and the children, and it was hard to be shoved out homeless, and with no one to care. There is fondness in the Indian blood, Mam'selle." The Indian's voice grew forceful and held a certain dignity. The child patted her hand and pressed it up to her cheek with a caressing touch. "The De Bers wanted to buy me, but Madame said no. And Touchas, the Outawa woman, had bidden me to her wigwam. I heard the bell ring and the gates close, and I sat down under this very oak--" "Yes, this is _my_ tree!" interrupted the girl proudly. "I thought it some poor soul who had lost her brave, and she came close up to me, so close I heard the beads and shells on her leggings shake with soft sound. But I could not understand what she said. And when I would have risen she pushed me back with her knee and dropped something heavy in my lap. I screamed, for I knew not what manner of evil spirit it might be. But she pressed it down with her two hands, and the child woke and cried, and reaching up flung its arms around my neck, while the woman flitted swiftly away. And I tried to hush the sobbing little thing, who almost strangled me with her soft arms." "O Pani!" The girl sprang up and encircled her again. "I felt bewitched. I did not know what to do, but the poor, trembling little thing was alive, though I did not know whether you were human or not, for there are strange shapes that come in the night, and when once they fasten on you--" "They never let go," Jeanne laughed gayly. "And I shall never let go of you, Pani. If I had money I should buy you. Or if I were a man I would get the priest to marry us." "O Mam'selle, that is sinful! An old woman like me! And no one can be bought to-day." Jeanne gave her another hug. "And you sat here and held me--" forwarding the story.