"Aw, I quite understand. They say that the Indian nature is much more intense than that of other civilized nations. What is exceedingly difficult even for an Englishman must be much more so for one of your temperament. No language, I believe, either written nor spoken, can convey any adequate idea of the emotion of love, for instance. Is that your experience, Miss Onodis?" Just then Mrs. Smith entered, and the conversation turned to that perennial subject--the weather. The friendship thus formed soon ripened into more than a mere friendship. Frequent messages passed between the convent and the Citadel, messages in cypher, for Therese, an Indian girl, had furnished Abbie with a list of Algonquin words and phrases expressive of deep sentiment, which were quite unintelligible to the nuns, and as the officer was furnished with a similar vocabulary, messages were frequently carried by Sally between the two. This went on for some time until the nuns found a scrap of paper on the floor containing the following mysterious words: Nitam shaquoi yanque kitchioni chishim Kin mishiwaiasky nin Othai icha quisco. Ka qui nick kitayam. Wabisca Onodis. After matins the Mother Superior addressed about two hundred young women in the Assembly Hall in the following words: "Young ladies, a very mysterious letter has been found. It is evidently in the Indian language. It is probably intended for one of our Indian young ladies. Did anyone present lose a letter?" No one spoke. "O'Jawa," said the superior, addressing a young Indian girl, "will you come forward and see if this letter is written in one of the Iroquois or one of Algonquin dialects?" O'Jawa promptly came up the aisle, and scanning the paper, said: "It is Algonquin, Mother." "To whom is it addressed?" "To no one, Mother," she replied. "By whom is it signed?" "By a White Chief, Mother." "Please translate it," said the Mother Superior. O'Jawa read slowly and deliberately: "_First--last--and best, Thou art all the world to me. My heart burns. "Always yours, "WHITE CHIEF._" "This letter," continued the Mother Superior, "evidently belongs to one of the Algonquin girls, who probably has been receiving secret missives of a similar nature from some white man. As you are aware, young ladies, this offence is punishable with expulsion. Deceit is the mother of all vices. The sisters cannot assume the responsibility of the care of any young lady who would deliberately deceive them in this way; therefore I am under the painful necessity of investigating this matter more fully. Therese, come forward. Your guilty face indicates that you were the recipient of this letter. Were you?" "I was not, Mother." "Then it was sent to you and the bearer dropped it before you saw it. Is not that the case?" "I do not know, Mother." "Have you ever received any communications of this nature before?" "I have not, Mother."