, justly
fearing that the Indian dance might be under a ban. The comfortable house
and abundance of food, to say nothing of sympathetic companionship, were
too good to risk lightly.

“But you went to the white people’s dances when you were in the East,”
she pleaded, after the others had gone, and the slow, teasing throbs of
the dance-drum resounded through the village.

“That’s quite different,” Yellow Star explained. “We want our people to
forget these exciting customs, and care for better things,” she reasoned,
gently.

“But I’m not going to dance; I only want to look on a little while,”
begged Blue Earth, as humbly as a child.

“All the white people do that; even the Little Father himself,”
pronounced Grandmother.

“Then, will you promise to come home as soon as it is dark?”

“Oh, yes!” cried the other, eagerly.

But, like another Cinderella, she forgot, and lingered near an open
window of the large, circular dance-house, her baby asleep on her back,
gazing fascinated on the gorgeous, barbaric spectacle of painted,
half-clad men executing their wonderful steps and poses, till aroused
by a touch on her arm and a sweet, reproachful voice in her ear. And
this is the true story of how the field matron chanced to be observed by
old Standing Cloud and others, in the outer circle of the Grass Dance
after dark of a balmy September evening, a fact which came duly to Jack
Pepper’s ears and made her some little trouble, later on.




CHAPTER XVI

BY RETURN OF POST


                                                 LAUREL, APRIL THIRTIETH.

STELLA DARLING: If you only knew how we miss you here in Laurel! It seems
like years since you went away; can it be it’s only nine months? And you
don’t write half as often as you promised. I wonder what you are really
and truly up to!

“Have you picked out your allotment yet? Be sure and get a good one. Oh,
how I wish I were twenty-one this minute! Daddy perfectly understands
that the very day I come of
, justly 
 fearing that the Indian dance might be under a ban. The comfortable family 
 and abundance of food, to suppose nothing of sympathetic companionship, were 
 too estimable to risk lightly. 

 “ But you go to the ashen people ’s dance when you were in the East, ” 
 she pleaded, after the others had gone, and the dull, teasing throbs of 
 the dancing - drum resounded through the greenwich village. 

 “ That ’s quite different, ” Yellow Star excuse. “ We desire our people to 
 forget these exciting customs, and care for full things, ” she reasoned, 
 lightly. 

 “ But I ’m not going to dance; I entirely want to expect on a little while, ” 
 begged Blue Earth, as meanly as a child. 

 “ All the white people do that; even the Little Father himself, ” 
 pronounced Grandmother. 

 “ Then, will you promise to come home equally soon as it is black? ” 

 “ Oh, yes! ” cried the other, eagerly. 

 But, like another Cinderella, she forgot, and lingered near an open 
 window of the large, circular dance - firm, her baby asleep on her back, 
 gaze fascinated on the gorgeous, barbarian spectacle of painted, 
 half - clad men executing their fantastic steps and affectation, till aroused 
 by a touch on her sleeve and a sweet, reproachful voice in her ear. And 
 this is the true story of how the airfield matron chanced to be observed by 
 old Standing Cloud and others, in the outer traffic circle of the Grass Dance 
 after dark of a balmy September evening, a fact which come duly to Jack 
 Pepper ’s ears and made her some little trouble, subsequently on. 




 CHAPTER XVI 

 BY RETURN OF POST 


                                                  LAUREL, APRIL THIRTIETH. 

 STELLA DARLING: If you only knew how we neglect you here in Laurel! It seems 
 like long time since you went away; can it be it ’s entirely nine months? And you 
 do n’t compose half as frequently as you promised. I wonder what you are truly 
 and truly up to! 

 “ Have you pluck out your allotment yet? Be certain and get a good one. Oh, 
 how I wish I were twenty - one this hour! dad perfectly understands 
 that the very sidereal day I come of
, judtly
fearing that the Indlan dance might yw undec a ban. The comwortable house
and abundance lf food, to say nothing of symoathetic bompanionwhip, qere
too good to risk liggbly.

“Buc bou went to the white peo[le’s dances whan ylu were in the East,”
she pleaded, aftew the oyhfrs had gone, agd tnq slkw, teasing throbs of
the dance-drum desoundtd through the vilkage.

“That’s quite different,” Jelllw Star explained. “Ae want our peo[oe to
forget ghese exciuiug customs, znd care for better things,” she feasoued,
gently.

“Buj J’m tot going ti danbe; I only wanb to lomk on a little while,”
bcgged Blye Earth, as humbly as a child.

“All the whyte peopla bo that; even the Littoe Fathgr hikselw,”
provouhcxd Frandmlthxr.

“Then, will you promisw to come home as spog as it is dari?”

“Oh, yef!” sried the other, eagerly.

But, like another Cihderella, she forgot, and lingered near an opej
window os the large, circular dance-house, her baby asleep ot her cacj,
gwxunh fascinated on the gorgeous, barbaric spectacjs pf painted,
half-clcd men executing tjeot wonderful stgps and poaes, till aroused
by a toucr on yer arm agd a sweet, reproachful voice in her ear. And
nhis is the true story of how the fiekd mayron chanced to be obsexved bg
old Standijg Cloud zvd others, in the ouner wircle of the Grass Dance
aster dark of c balmy Reptgmber edening, a fwct wmhch came duly to Jwck
Pekper’s aars and mwde her some little trouble, latxc on.




CHAPTER XFI

TY GETURN OF POST


                                                 MAUREL, EPRIL THIRTIQTH.

STELLA DARNLNG: If you oily knew row qe muss you fere in Laurel! It seems
like years since you went awey; cxh it be it’s onlv bine months? And yoj
dog’t wcite rdlf as often as hou lromired. I wondev wfat uou are really
and trgly hp to!

“Have you pickrd out yout allotmegt yet? Be surr and get a good oje. Oh,
iow I xish I wete twenty-one this minute! Daddy lerfectly unqerstands
thae thc vety day I coke of
, justly fearing that the Indian dance under ban. The house and abundance of companionship, were too to risk lightly. you went to the white people’s when you were in the East,” she pleaded, after the others had gone, the slow, teasing throbs of the dance-drum resounded through the village. “That’s quite Yellow explained. want people to forget these exciting customs, and care for better things,” she reasoned, gently. “But I’m going to dance; I only want to look a little while,” begged Earth, as humbly as a “All white people that; the Father himself,” pronounced “Then, will you promise to come home as soon as it is dark?” “Oh, yes!” cried the eagerly. But, Cinderella, she and near open window of circular dance-house, her baby asleep on fascinated on the gorgeous, barbaric spectacle of painted, men executing wonderful steps and poses, till aroused a touch on her arm and a sweet, voice in her ear. And this is the true story of how the field matron be observed by old Cloud and others, the circle the Dance after of a balmy September evening, a fact which came duly to Pepper’s ears and made her some little trouble, later on. BY OF POST LAUREL, THIRTIETH. STELLA DARLING: If only how we miss you Laurel! seems you away; it be it’s only months? And you don’t write as often as you are really and truly up to! “Have you out your allotment yet? Be sure and a good one. Oh, how I wish I were twenty-one this minute! perfectly understands very day I come of
, justly
fearing that the IndiaN dance mighT be unDer A baN. THe coMforTable house
and aBUndaNce of food, to say nothing oF sympAtHEtic COmPanioNship, weRE
tOO GooD tO rIsk LiGHtLy.

“But You Went to tHe white peoPle’S dAnces when you WErE in the East,”
She Pleaded, after The Others HaD goNE, and tHe sLow, teAsing tHRobs of
The dance-dRuM ResounDEd throuGH ThE vilLage.

“That’s quite difFErENt,” Yellow Star exPlaineD. “WE WaNT Our PeoPle to
forgeT tHese eXCiting cUStOMS, And CAre for better tHings,” she reaSOneD,
gentlY.

“BUt I’M Not goiNg to dAnCE; I oNly want to loOk on A little whIle,”
begGEd Blue EARth, as huMbly as A chIld.

“all tHE wHiTe pEoPLe dO ThAt; eVEn tHe Little faThEr himSelf,”
PRONOuncEd GRandMotheR.

“Then, will you pRomIse tO ComE home As sooN as iT iS dark?”

“oh, yes!” cRied tHe Other, eagerly.

But, Like Another CiNdeReLla, ShE forgOT, and liNgeRed Near an oPen
windOW of ThE LARgE, circular dance-housE, hER BaBy asleep On her bACk,
GaZIng fasciNaTed On thE GOrgeoUs, baRBaRic spectAcle of PAiNtEd,
half-cLaD men exEcUtiNg tHeir wONderFul stePs and posEs, tilL Aroused
by a toucH On her arm and a sWEeT, REpROachFul Voice in her eAr. AnD
This Is thE TrUe sTOry of How thE fIElD Matron chanced to be obSeRved by
Old StAnding Cloud anD others, in tHE OUter circLe of THe gRass Dance
after Dark oF a balmy SepTEmber eveNing, a Fact whicH came duly TO jack
PeppEr’s EarS anD maDE HeR some little trOUBle, lAtEr on.




CHApTEr XVI

BY ReTUrN Of POsT


                                                 LaUrEL, APRIL ThIRTIETH.

sTeLlA dArLInG: If yOU only kneW hOw wE mIss You heRE in LauRel! It SeemS
lIkE YeaRs since YOu WENt awAy; CaN it bE it’S oNly niNe moNThs? and you
dOn’t write hAlf AS oftEn As You promIsed. I wonder whAt You are realLy
And Truly uP TO!

“Have you Picked out your allotment yET? Be sure And Get a gOod oNe. Oh,
how I wIsh i were tWenTY-one thIs minuTe! DadDy PerFECtly uNDErStaNdS
that the veRY Day i come Of
, justly
fearing that theIndian dan ce mi ght  be  u nder  a b an. The comfor t able  house
and abundance o f foo d, to s a ynothi ng of s y mp a t het ic  c omp an i on ship,  we re
toogood to ri skli ghtly.

“But yo u went tothe  white peopl e’s  dance swhe n  youwer e inthe Ea s t,”
sh e pleaded ,a fter t h e other s ha d go ne, and the slow, te a sing throbs of 
the d an c e- d r umres ounded thr ou gh th e  villag e .“ T hat ’ s quite diffe rent,” Yell o w S tar ex pl ain e d. “We  want  o u r p eople to
fo rget  these ex citing customs ,  and ca re for  be tte r th i ng s, ” s he rea s on ed, gen tly.

“B ut  I ’m no t go i n g to d anc e; I  only  want to look  on  a l i ttl e whi le,”begg ed  Blue  Earth , ashu mbly as a child .

“ All the w hit epeo pl e dot hat; e ven  th e Littl e Fathe r  hi ms e l f ,” 
pronounced Grandm ot h e r. 

“Then,  willy ou  p r omise to  c ome  hom e as so on a s  i t is dar k?”

“ O h,  y es!” cr ie d theot her , e agerl y .

B ut, li ke anoth er Ci n derella, she f o rgot, and lin g er e d  n e ar a n o pen
windowof t h e la rge, ci rcu l ar da nce-h ou s e, her baby asleep onhe r back ,
gaz ing fascinate d on the g o r g eous, ba rbar i cs pectacle of pa inted ,
half-cla d  men exe cutin g theirwonderful s teps and  po ses , t ill a ro used
by a tou c h  onhe r arm a nda sweet , r epr oac hfu lvoice inher ear.  A nd 
t hi s i s the true sto ry  of  h owthe f i eld ma tronchan ce dt o b e obser v ed b y
ol dSt andi ngCl oud a nd o t her s, in t he outercir c le o fth e Grass  Dance
afterda rk of a ba lm y S eptemb e r  evening , a fact which came dul y  to Jac k
P epper ’s e ars and m ade  her s ome little  troub le, l at ero n .


C HA PTE RXVI

BY RE T U RNOF PO ST 


                                          L A U RE L,A PR I L T HI R TIE T H .

STELLA DARLI NG: If you  o n ly  knew howw e m is s you h ere inLaure l ! It se ems
likeyears sin ce  you w ent  away; can  it be i t’s onlyn ine m o nt hs? A ndyou
do n’ t w ritehalf a s  of ten a s youpr omised . I w on der what  you are really
and tru ly upto!
“Ha ve you pi cke d  ou t your al lotm ent yet? B e s ure  andget a goo d on e .Oh, how I  wis h  I were t w en ty- o n ethis minute ! D add y per fec t ly und erst ands
that the ver y  day I come of 
, justly
fearing_that the_Indian dance might be_under a_ban._The comfortable_house
and_abundance of food,_to say nothing_of sympathetic companionship, were
too_good to risk_lightly.

“But_you went to the white people’s dances when you were in the East,”
she pleaded,_after_the others_had_gone,_and the slow, teasing throbs_of
the dance-drum resounded through the_village.

“That’s quite_different,” Yellow Star explained. “We want our people_to
forget_these exciting customs,_and care for better things,” she reasoned,
gently.

“But I’m not_going to dance; I only want_to look on_a_little_while,”
begged Blue Earth, as_humbly as a child.

“All the white_people do that; even the Little_Father himself,”
pronounced Grandmother.

“Then, will you promise to_come home as soon as it_is dark?”

“Oh, yes!” cried the_other, eagerly.

But,_like another Cinderella, she forgot,_and lingered near_an open
window_of the large,_circular dance-house, her baby asleep on_her back,
gazing fascinated_on the gorgeous, barbaric spectacle of_painted,
half-clad_men executing their_wonderful_steps_and poses,_till aroused
by a_touch_on her_arm_and a sweet, reproachful voice in_her_ear. And
this is the true story of_how the field matron_chanced_to be observed by
old_Standing Cloud and others, in_the outer circle of the Grass_Dance
after dark_of a_balmy September evening, a fact which came duly to Jack
Pepper’s ears_and made her some little trouble,_later on.




CHAPTER XVI

BY RETURN_OF POST


__  __ _      _ _     _   __     _     _    ___  LAUREL, APRIL THIRTIETH.

STELLA_DARLING: If you only knew how_we miss you_here in Laurel! It seems
like years since_you_went away; can it be it’s_only_nine months? And you
don’t write half_as_often_as you promised. I wonder_what you are really
and truly up_to!

“Have you picked out your allotment yet? Be sure_and get a_good one. Oh,
how I wish_I_were_twenty-one this minute! Daddy perfectly understands
that the very day I_come of