"Omas, when you were here the other day, you promised that the next
time you came to see me you would bring Linna."
"Dat so--Omas promise."
"Then why haven't you done as you said?"
"Omas never speak with double tongue; he bring Linna with him."
"You did?--where is she?" asked Alice, springing to her feet,
clasping her hands, and looking expectantly around.
The Delaware emitted a shrill, tremulous whistle, and immediately
from the wood several rods behind them came running the oddest
looking little girl anyone could have met in a long time.
Her face was as round as that of Alice, her long, black hair hung
loosely over her shoulders, her small eyes were as black as jet,
her nose a pug, her teeth as white and regular as were ever seen,
while her dress was a rude imitation of her father's except the
skirt came below her knees. Her feet were as small as a doll's,
and encased in the beaded little moccasins, were as pretty as they
could be.
"That is Linna," said the proud father as she came obediently
forward.
CHAPTER TWO: DANGER IN THE AIR
Little Linna, daughter of Omas, the Delaware warrior, was of the
same age as Alice Ripley. The weather was warm although she wore
tiny moccasins to protect her feet, she scorned the superfluous
stockings and undergarments that formed a part of the other's
apparel.
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