the steep draw-side together, Yulka trotting
after us.

When we reached the level and could see the
gold tree-tops, I pointed toward them, and
Antonia laughed and squeezed my hand as if
to tell me how glad she was I had come. We
raced off toward Squaw Creek and did not
stop until the ground itself stopped -- fell
away before us so abruptly that the next step
would have been out into the tree-tops. We
stood panting on the edge of the ravine, look-
ing down at the trees and bushes that grew be-
low us. The wind was so strong that I had to
hold my hat on, and the girls' skirts were
blown out before them. Antonia seemed to
like it; she held her little sister by the hand
and chattered away in that language which
seemed to me spoken so much more rapidly
than mine. She looked at me, her eyes fairly
blazing with things she could not say.

"Name? What name?" she asked, touching
me on the shoulder. I told her my name, and
she repeated it after me and made Yulka say
it. She pointed into the gold cottonwood tree
behind whose top we stood and said again,
"What name?"

We sat down and made a nest in the

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