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He noted that the colour had not returned fully into her cheeks, while the flush in Miriam's face had deepened. There was something forced in Josephine's laugh, a note that was unreal and make-believe, as she turned to Philip. "Isn't my mother wonderful, Philip? I call her Mikawe because that means a little more than Mother in Cree something that is almost undying and spirit-like.
"You do look splendid, Mikawe," said Josephine, slipping an arm about her mother's waist. Adare had turned into a sudden volley of greetings to the feasting dogs, and for another moment Philip's eyes were on mother and daughter. Josephine was the taller of the two by half a head. She was more like her father.
But I have forced them to terms, Philip. From to-morrow I am to have him as much as I please. When they want him they will find him in the big room." Josephine led Philip to her mother, who had seated herself on one of the divans. "I want you to talk with Philip, Mikawe," she said. "I have promised father that he should have a peep at the baby. I will bring him back very soon."
As Metoosin went Adare turned upon the others: "Shall we all go out now?" he asked. "Splendid!" accepted Josephine eagerly. "Come, Mikawe, we can be ready in a moment!" She ran from the room, leading her mother by the hand. Philip and Adare followed them, and shortly the four were ready to leave the house. The una kah, or guest house, was in the edge of the timber.
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