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However, being determined that Souwanas should not rob her of the love of the children, she was tempted to begin her story-telling even though the children were exhausted, and so it was that when the lad asked a question Mary was ready. "Say, Mary," said Sagastao, "the mosquitoes bit us badly to-day. Do you know why it is that there are such troublesome little things?
"Will it make me cry?" said the tender-hearted Minnehaha. "If so, I do not think I want to hear it." "Stay and hear it, you little pussy," said Sagastao. "I am sure it is not worse than the Babes in the Wood." "Well, you always cry first, when we read that story together," said Minnehaha.
Some people, especially boys, think this was a, great mistake, and would be very glad if Wakonda had refused to give stings to the yellow wasp and the black hornet." "Well, what happened after the bees got their stings?" said Sagastao. "A good deal happened," said Mary, "and that very soon.
"I suppose Mary would say that Nanahboozhoo, the rascal, had something to do with it," put in Sagastao. At this reference to Mary there was a mischievous twinkle in the eyes of the old Indian.
"What was the question which interested you?" asked Mary. "Why has the marten that queer white spot on its throat?" asked Minnehaha. "And the men told us to go to you because there was a woman in it," added Sagastao. Mary smiled when she heard this. "Yes," she said, "there was a foolish woman mixed up in the story.
But as yet she was ignorant in this matter, and therefore fell considerably in the children's estimation. Alary was somewhat hurt by noticing, perhaps for the first time, Sagastao and Minnehaha whispering confidentially to each other. The children conversed with Mary only in her own language, which at that time they perhaps understood better than they did English.
"It will be better," said his father, "for Souwanas to tell his story than for you to make any further remarks of that kind." At first Souwanas seemed to show some hesitancy in beginning his story in the presence of his missionary, and he whispered to Sagastao his fears that perhaps his father would not care for such trifles as Indian legends and stories.
Blunt little Sagastao spoke up at once: "Minnehaha and I have talked it over, and have decided that unless you tell us better stories, and ones which you know all about, we're going to run away to the wigwam of Souwanas." This was humiliating and distressing news.
One cold day Souwanas, who had not been seen by the children for some time he had been away on a long hunting excursion quite unexpectedly walked into the mission house during the school hours of Sagastao and Minnehaha.
"We have come to-day for a nice story about Nanahboozhoo," said Minnehaha, as she and Sagastao lifted the deerskin door at the wigwam of Souwanas, and entered with all the assurance of children who knew they were welcome. "Did he ever do anything to punish bad fellows who were cruel to their wives and children?" asked Sagastao.
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