Pointing out a pile of buffalo robes, she gave me a shove. I scrambled around the chief and burrowed into those robes without any thoughts of tomorrow."Who's asking?" the princess said, buying me some time."Why, your old friend Chilly Larpenteur. I was just heading home and thought to stop off and offer my condolences.""We didn't know we needed any of those," the princess answered, opening the door flap.Then came the jingle of coins in Chilly's pockets, followed by the rustling of his feet. Pretending to be brave, I straightened a finger to push up on the robe covering my head. I couldn't see much of anything though, only the chief's back and, on the far wall, the shadow of Chilly's top hat."After you lost all them gold eagles?" Chilly gushed, smooth and friendly as ever. "I believe that a kind word is the least I can offer." "We've been thinking you did us a favor," the princess countered. "Now we don't have to carry that heavy sack around.""Well, I'm glad to lend a hand with such a problem whenever I can," Chilly answered, serious as a sermon.
