Donee went back to the hut, trotting along beside Oostogah, her roll of calico under her arm. The next day she cut it out into a slip and began to sew. Oostogah was at work all day cutting down dead trees. When he came in at night, Donee said: "If you sold the land for much money, could we have a home like the miller's?" Oostogah was as much astonished as if a chicken had asked him a question, but he said, "Yes." "Would I be like Jenny and Betty?" "You're a chief's daughter," grunted Oostogah. One day in the next week she went down to the river far in the woods, and took a bath, combing her long straight black hair down her shoulders. Then she put on her new dress, and went down to the miller's house. It was all very quiet, for the children were not there, but their mother came to the door. She laughed out loud with pleasure when she saw Donee. The red dress was just the right color for her to wear with her dark skin and black hair. Her eyes were soft and shy, and her bare feet and arms (like most Indian women's) pretty enough to be copied in marble. "You are a good child--you're a very good child! Here are the dishes. I wish the children were at home. Sit right down on the step now and eat a piece of pie." But Donee could not eat the pie, her heart was so full. "Hillo!" called the miller, when he saw her. "Why, what a nice girl you are to-day, Dony! Your brother's hard at work, eh? It will all come right, then." Donee stood around for a long time, afraid to say what she wanted. "What is it?" asked the miller's wife. Donee managed to whisper, if she were to have a party the next day, could the children come to it? and their mother said: "Certainly, in the evening." When the little girl ran down the hill, the miller said: "Seems as if't would be easy to make Christians out of them two." "I'm going to do what I can for Donee," said the miller's wife. It was not so easy for the little red-skinned girl to have a party, for she had neither jam nor bread, nor butter, not to mention candy. But she was up very early the next morning, and made tiny little cakes of corn, no bigger than your thumbnail, and she went to a hollow tree she knew of and got a cupful of honey, and brought some red haws, and heaps of nuts, hickory and chestnuts. When Oostogah had gone, she set out her little dishes under a big oak, and dressed herself in her lovely frock, though she knew the party could not begin for hours and hours. The brown cakes and honey, and scarlet haws, were in the white dishes, and the gold pitcher, with a big purple flower, was in the middle. Donee sat down and looked at it all. In a year or two Oostogah would build a house like the miller's, and she should have a blue carpet on the floor, and a white bed, and wear red frocks every day, like Betty.