286 INDIANS IN THE GOLDENROD 



" If my name is Philip Todd," he said, " yours 

 is Jean and yours is Diclcey Vaughan." 



" You were frightened at us," Jean said; " you 

 didn't fight first, you hid in the Goldenrod." 



" Of course I hid. I hadn't even a paper toma- 

 hawk to fight with, and real Indians don't use 

 Goldenrod." 



Dickey said: " You were scared at first, because 

 you couldn't look me in the eye." 



" I thought you were the littlest Indians I ever 

 saw," Philip replied. 



" You didn't know who we were at first, nor 

 that I was a girl," Jean said. 



" I found that out soon enough," Philip an- 

 swered. " I knew you were going to try and 

 frighten me when you ran off In the corner whis- 

 pering before I came out." 



" We put on our Indian suits and followed you," 

 Jean told him, " and we were dreadfully afraid 

 you would look behind before we came to the tall 

 Goldenrod." 



Philip said that if he were a girl he would dress 

 like an Indian all the time; but Dickey said he 

 hoped Jean wouldn't do that because she broke 

 too many tomahawks. 



Then they each put a long piece of Goldenrod 

 In their belts, and took another in their hands, and 

 marched home In single file. Dickey went first, 

 then Jean, and Philip was last of all. 



