.. This will be handed to you by Colonel Brant, the
celebrated Indian Chief.... He is a man of education....
Receive him with respect and hospitality. He is not one of
those Indians who drink rum, but is quite a gentleman; not
one who will make you fine bows, but one who understands and
practises what belongs to propriety and good-breeding. He
has daughters--if you could think of some little present to
send to one of them (a pair of earrings for example) it
would please him...."
Even the prodigiously resourceful Theo was a bit taken aback by this
sudden proposition. In the highly cosmopolitan circle that she was
used to entertaining, she so far had encountered no savages, and, in
common with most young people, she thought of "Brant" as a fierce
barbarian who,--her father's letter notwithstanding,--probably carried
a tomahawk and would dance a war dance in the stately hallway of
Richmond Hill.
In her letter to her father, written after she had met Brant and made
him welcome, she admitted that she had been paramountly worried about
what she ought to give him to eat.
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