"
Unfortunately, Low accepted this speech literally and with his
remorseless gravity. "If my name annoys you, I can get it changed by
the legislature, you know, and I can find out what my father's name
was, and take that. My mother, who died in giving me birth, was the
daughter of a chief."
"Then your mother was really an Indian?" said Nellie, "and you
are"--She stopped short.
"But I told you all this the day we first met," said Low with grave
astonishment. "Don't you remember our long talk coming from church?"
"No," said Nellie, coldly, "you didn't tell me." But she was obliged to
drop her eyes before the unwavering, undeniable truthfulness of his.
"You have forgotten," he said calmly; "but it is only right you should
have your own way in disposing of a name that I have cared little for;
and as you're to have a share of it"--
"Yes, but it's getting late, and if we are not going
forward"--interrupted the girl impatiently.
"We _are_ going forward," said Low imperturbably; "but I wanted to tell
you, as we were speaking on _that_ subject" (Nellie looked at her
watch), "I've been offered the place of botanist and naturalist in
Professor Grant's survey of Mount Shasta, and if I take it--why when I
come back, darling--well"--
"But you're not going just yet," broke in Nellie, with a new expression
in her face.
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