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could stand it no longer. Generally she had 

 rather enjoyed pitting her wits against him 

 and had made but few complaints. How- 

 ever, this trick of Jack's in pounding 

 against the door was too much for her pa- 

 tience, and so Mary, leaving the big fellow 

 stretched out on her kitchen floor, marched 

 into my study, and in vigourous, pictur- 

 esque language, in her native Cree, told us 

 of the tricks and schemes of that Jack to 

 annoy her and hinder her in her work. Of 

 course, when he had gone thus far, he must 

 be reproved and stopped. In doing it we 

 used Jack's love for our little ones to ac- 

 complish the object. Jack's love and loyalty 

 and obedience to Sagastaookemou, as the 

 Indians loved to call the bright little four- 

 year-old boy in our home, was thorough and 

 complete. The slightest wish of the little 

 lad was law to Jack. Here, on this occasion, 

 it was tested. As soon as Mary had finished 

 her complaints, I turned to the little fellow, 

 who was busy playing with some toys, and 

 said to him, " Eddy, go and tell that 

 naughty Jack that he must stop teasing 

 Mary. Tell him his place is not in the 

 kitchen and that he must keep out of it." 

 Eddy had listened to Mary's story and 



