She screamed just as Nick and the two Indians followed his father and Uncle George into the shanty.

Liz was terribly frightened, no one had ever touched her, but she thought, “He’s come to me finally.”

She couldn’t sleep well from thinking about him but she discovered it was fun to think about him too.

She couldn’t wait till she saw Jim and it seemed as though everything would be all right when he came.

Jim held her tight hard against the chair and she wanted it now and Jim whispered, “Come on for a walk.”

She was very frightened and didn’t know how he was going to go about things but she snuggled close to him.

She worked out from under him and sat up and straightened her skirt and coat and tried to do something with her hair.

Jim came over back of her chair and stood there and she could feel him breathing and then he put his arms around her.

“Aren’t you going back to work, dear?” asked the doctor’s wife from the room where she was lying with the blinds drawn.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

She bit Uncle George on the arm and Uncle George said, “Damn squaw bitch!” and the young Indian who had rowed Uncle George over laughed at him.

She held herself stiff because she was so frightened and did not know anything else to do and then Jim held her tight against the chair and kissed her.

She felt Jim right through the back of the chair and she couldn’t stand it and then something clicked inside of her and the feeling was warmer and softer.

She didn’t want to go to bed yet because she knew Jim would be coming out and she wanted to see him as he went out so she could take the way he looked up to bed with her.

One day she found that she liked it the way the hair was black on his arms and how white they were above the tanned line when he washed up in the washbasin outside the house.

When she looked at them they didn’t seem to be moving at all but if she went in and dried some more dishes and then came out again they would be out of sight beyond the point.

The night before they were to come back she didn’t sleep at all, that is she didn’t think she slept because it was all mixed up in a dream about not sleeping and really not sleeping.

Liz wanted to make something special for Jim to take but she didn’t finally because she was afraid to ask Mrs. Smith for the eggs and flour and afraid if she bought them Mrs. Smith would catch her cooking.