hills and prairies were covered with strange and lovely flowers the indians had never seen before. when she ran to pick one of them she saw that they were shaped like the little bonnet of feathers her doll had worn, and blue like those feathers. at the heart of each small blossom was a speck of red, just like the red of the fire which had burned her doll. and the tips of buds were silver gray, like the ashes that were left after it had been burned.
when the little girl hurried with one of the new flowers to the indians they knew what had happened. she had given her 