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her colored designs were not so cleverly worked in.
For Kish was not able to copy Lana’s handiwork
exactly. Still, only Lana knew exactly how her own
basket was made. Nobody else could be certain
about it. On that one point hung Kish’s plan. It would

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be a question of her word against Lana’s—the word
of a chief’s daughter against a slave’s.

That night the chief called Kish to his side.

“Ts your basket ready, my daughter?” he inquired.
“The trader has asked to see all the baskets to-
morrow.”

“My basket will be ready to-morrow,” Lana re-
plied. “I will show it to you then.”

That evening, while nearly every one in the vil-
lage attended a celebration at the home of one of