human
Did you ever hear her name? he asked.
gpt
Can you tell me her father's name?
human
No, replied Woodchuck.
gpt
I had the history almost all from the old squaw, and if she had tried to give me an English name she would have manufactured something such as never found its way into an English mouth. All she told me was that the father was a great chief among the English, by which I made out that she meant a general.
human
Probably it was her father's portrait that I saw at the Indian castle, said Edith.
gpt
There was hanging up in Otaitsa's room a picture that struck me more than any of the others, except, indeed, the portrait of a lady. It was that of a man in a military dress of antique cut. His hand was stretched out with his drawn sword in it, and he was looking round with a commanding air, as if telling his soldiers to follow. I marked it particularly at first, because the sun was shining on it, and because the frame was covered with the most beautiful Indian beadwork I ever saw. That of the lady too was similarly ornamented; but there was another which interested me much--a small pencil drawing of a young man's head, so like Walter, that, at first, I almost fancied dear Otaitsa had been trying to take his portrait from memory.
human
Would you remember the old man's face, my child, if you saw it again?
gpt
I think so, answered Edith, a little confused by her father's eagerness.
human
I am quite sure I should.
gpt
Wait then a moment, said Mr. Prevost,