Big and Little Sisters | Page 3

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white-minded. He says I came to school so short that they have grown
me too white-minded. I tell him I am very Indian-minded, but he tells
me I do not know white from Indian. Lucinda is so sad she will not try.
She looks so horrid--Dolly, too--I am much ashamed of them. I shall
not speak to them before the white visitors and the teachers--only down

at camp."
"Then you will be very wrong," said Cordelia Running Bird. "I would
not be ashamed to speak to my own people anywhere."
"Ee! You talk so good because your father wears a grand policeman's
coat and trousers, and your mother's head is in a hood!" said Hannah
Straight Tree, excitedly. "My father wears a very funny Indian clothes,
and feathers in his hairs, and my big sister's head is in a shawl. All the
girls will say on Christmas, 'Susie looked just like a fairy in the Jack
Frost song. We shall give her very lots of candy from our Christmas
bags.' Dolly knows the Jack Frost motions; I taught her, and she did
them with the children down at camp. But I shall not tell the teacher,
for Dolly has no pretty things to wear. That is why I won't let her play
the games. If my father saw her in the Jack Frost songs and games, he
would be glad she is so smart and just like he would let her come to
school. But you would be so sorry if my big and little sister came to
school. You think Susie is a skin-white girl and Dolly is a very
copper-colored Indian."
"You do not speak true," was the denial. "I should not be sorry, and I
do not think Susie is a skin-white girl. She is very copper-colored, too."
"But you do not wish Dolly would be in the Jack Frost song and wear a
red dress just like Susie's!" challenged Hannah Straight Tree,
disconcerting her companion with the piercing gaze habitual to her
race.
Though not quite innocent of all the charges laid to her, Cordelia
Running Bird was a truthful girl, and she would not disown a failing
plainly set before her by another. She evaded her companion's gaze in
silence.
"You are thinking hard! You cannot say it!" was the fierce indictment
from Hannah Straight Tree.
"But--I wish she could be in another motion song--and wear a--green
dress," came the hesitating answer.

"Ee! You think they would not watch Susie all the time if Dolly
motioned Jack Frost, too, and looked like Susie! And you do not wish
that Dolly had a blue dress--only ugly green--and looked like Susie in
the games," said Hannah Straight Tree.
"But little white girls do not need to wear alike dresses," was Cordelia
Running Bird's argument. "Because the little white visitor last summer
looked just like a fairy in the pretty pink with white lace, did her sister
have to wish another little white girl looked the very too same?" she
asked.
"There is a difference, but I cannot tell," answered Hannah Straight
Tree, taking down her broom in puzzled moodiness.
The two girls went about their work in a most unfortunate state of mind.
Hannah's discontent at Dolly's lack and Susie's plenty, and the prospect
of Cordelia's triumphs through the petted little sister, grew upon her,
and resulted in unlooked-for trials to Cordelia, who was much
discomfited by the force of her companion's criticisms.
Cordelia Running Bird was a bright, attractive girl, quite conscientious
in discharging her industrial and school duties, and much interested in
the Sunday-school; but in a private talk the very day before, the
teachers had referred to her in some perplexity.
"I wish Cordelia Running Bird were a little different," said the
school-teacher. "She leads her class, and is a credit to the school in
most respects, but she is rather too ambitious to outdo others. It creates
jealousy."
"I have observed that she is notional in the making of her dresses," said
the sewing teacher. "She is apt to want the skirt a little wider and the
hem a half-inch deeper than the regular uniform. And she asks to have
more buttonholes, which means more buttons, and an extra ruffle on
the waist. But she begs me so politely and appears so thankful, if I
grant these trifling favors, that I find myself indulging her too
frequently. She does the extra work herself, cheerfully and neatly, if not
speedily, but closely watched by others. She has learned as if by

intuition that variety is the spice of life, but she seems unconscious of
the fact that she makes the other girls discontented. But she is so
pleasant and obedient, as a rule, that minor faults may be forgiven her,"
the white mother charitably concluded.