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Then I said, with as much cheer as I could muster: "And so you wish to practise medicine, Winona?" "Not medicine, father. It is Christian Science." "Excuse me. But are not Christian Scientists doctors?" "We do not give medicine." "But you cure sick people?" Winona shook her head and smiled sweetly. "There are no sick people," she said, with quiet decision. "Then why are there so many physicians?"
They pause for an instant in mute apology, but the girls smile their forgiveness, and the youths hurry on toward the village. Winona has now attended her first maidens' feast and is considered eligible to marriage. She may receive young men, but not in public or in a social way, for such was not the custom of the Sioux. When he speaks, she need not answer him unless she chooses.
Why, Winona Penniman, would you barter your independence for a union that must be demeaning, at least politically, until our cause is won?" "Well, of course " Winona again faltered, tapping one minute toe of a dancing slipper on the floor. "Do you actually wish," continued Henrietta Plunkett, rising to the foothills of her platform manner, "to become a parasite, a man's bond slave, his creature?
In spite of everything I've said to him, he believes it. Well, I'm not going to have that bird putting any other notion into his mind, not if I have to " She broke off, but murder was in her tone. "I see," said Miss Whipple. "You're right, of course only you are pretty, Winona. I never used to think think about it, I mean, but you've changed. You needn't be afraid of any parrot."
This because a local adept of the cult had told him, and what was worse told Mrs. Penniman and Winona, that if he didn't quit thinking he was an invalid pretty soon he would really have something the matter with him.
As was the wont of the Sioux, the well-born maid has a little teepee within a teepee a private apartment of her own. He passes the sleeping family to this inner shrine. There he gently wakens Winona with proper apologies. This is not unusual or strange to her innocence, for it was the custom of the people. He sits at the door, while his friend waits outside, and tells his love in a whisper.
I'm going to take you in hand. I may even have to be severe with you but all for your own good." She spoke with icy conviction. There was a new, cold gleam in her prying eyes. The judge suffered genuinely. "I should think you had learned things!" he protested, miserably. "For one thing, miss, that skirt ain't a respectable garment." Winona slid one foot toward him. "Pooh! Don't be silly!"
Again the response was instant, and a malign power against which she strove in vain carried Winona to the train's side. Heads were thrust forth and greetings followed, some shy and low-toned, some with feigned man-of-the-world jauntiness. Winona was no longer Winona. A freckled young vender with a basket halted beside her. Winona searched for her purse and emptied its hoard into one gloved hand.
She was recalled from this perilous musing by Rapp, Senior, who came pressing his handkerchief to a brow damp from the last dance. He bowed to Winona. "May I have this pleasure?" he said. Winona rose like a woman of the world. "We're on the map at last," said Rapp, Senior, referring to Newbern's newest big-town feature.
There was a stile through the fence at the point where they reached it, and Dave Cowan idly lolled by this while the Wilbur twin sprawled in the scented grass at his feet. He well knew he should not be on the ground in his Sunday clothes. On the other hand, if the gypsies stole him they would not be so fussy as Winona about his clothes. None of them seemed to have Sunday clothes.
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