to the litter, seemed to invite her to come down and speak to his daughter, for such she felt the girl must be. "Oh miss, don't go," cried Betsy. "You don't know what they will do;" but Lucy, struck by the appearance of the occupant of the litter, was eager to learn more about her, and overcoming any fears she might have felt, at once accompanied the chief.
The women made way for her as she got close to the litter. On it reclined, propped up by matting, which served as a pillow, a girl apparently of about her own age. Her complexion was much fairer than that of any of her companions, scarcely darker, indeed, than a Spanish or Italian brunette. No tattoo marks disfigured her lips or chin; her features were regular and well-formed, and her eyes large and clear, though at present their expression betokened that she was suffering pain. She put out her hand towards Lucy, who instinctively gave her her's.
"Maori girl ill, berry ill," she said. "Tell pakeha doctor come, or Waihoura die--pakeha doctor m