human
Mitiahwe--Mitiahwe, oh, my little girl! he cried.
gpt
You and me--and our own--our own people! Kissing her, he drew her down beside him on the couch.
human
Tell me again--is it so at last?
gpt
Some day, perhaps, we will go East--some day, perhaps.
human
But now?
gpt
Not now--not if I know it, he answered.
human
I've got my heart nailed to the door of this lodge.
gpt
Be good Medicine to me, she said. Then she prayed.
human
O Sun, pity me, that it may be as I have said to him. Oh, pity me, great Father!