In a little while, Corn-planter came to visit Rising-sun. With her
hostess she went to the fields where the corn was ripe and the women
were busy harvesting it. She saw the long rows of bent backs, and the
green and yellow cobs which would show for an instant over the left
shoulders of the women, presently to disappear into the large baskets
on their backs.
“That young girl in the third row,” exclaimed Corn-planter, “seems to
do work for two. Look how her hands fly through the corn!”
“It is Hanging-flower,” answered Rising-sun, “my daughter. And a good
wife she would make for Fleet-of-foot, the runner.”
“Let her cook a basket of corn bread,” said Corn-planter,
“Fleet-of-foot will be ready.”