He grunted to Frona and sat down.

Only a certain eager alertness showed the delight he took in her presence.
"So Tenas Hee-Hee has come back in these bad days," he vouchsafed in a shrill, quavering voice.
"And why bad days, Muskim ?" Frona asked.

"Do not the women wear brighter colors?
Are not the bellies fuller with flour and bacon and white man's grub?
Do not the young men contrive great wealth what of their pack-straps and paddles?
And art thou not remembered with the ancient offerings of meat and fish and blanket?
Why bad days, Muskim ?" "True," he replied in his fine, priestly way, a reminiscent flash of the old fire lighting his eyes.

"It is very true.

The women wear brighter colors.