en her cheek, her nose, her lips, her ears, and Onawa answered him every time, laughing delightedly as the priest pronounced each soft Iroquois word at her dictation.
"A few such lessons, and Gaudriole may be hanged," said La Salle.
Then, with a quick gesture, Onawa put out her fawn-coloured hand, and touched his right eye with the tip of one finger.
"L'oeil," answered La Salle.
She patted his cheek.
"La joue," he said.
She tweaked his nose, with a laugh.
"Le nez," he gasped.
She slapped his mouth.
"La bouche," he growled, adding, "I might have said, 'La grimace.'"
The girl was very near. He caught her and drew her up to him, and pressed his lips powerfully upon hers.
"C'est le baiser," he said carelessly.
The salutation of the kiss was unknown among the Iroquois. Onawa started, thrilling with a feeling altogether strange; then turned to him, putting back her head as a Parisienne might have done to receive her lover's salute.<