After a while she rose and fed the fire, and a more vivid glow spread over the room where both sat again motionless, absorbed by their own thoughts.
A shuffling sound was heard outside, a muffled step in the outer room.
Then the woman's father entered the kitchen with the usual salutation, spoken in a hoarse voice.
"Guatzena." He sat down near the hearth, where his daughter had placed a deerskin for him.
Holding both hands up to the fire, his quick glance shot from one of those present to the other, scanning the expression of their features.
Then he asked quietly,-- "Where is Zashue ?" "He went to the Koshare," Hayoue explained.
"Why did you call me ?" Say answered in a meek, submissive manner,-- "We wished to speak to you, nashtio, for Okoya, my child, has told me something that may be good, although it may also not be good.

It is something I like to see, and yet it also makes my heart heavy.

He has spoken about it to satyumishe, too,"-- she nodded at Hayoue,--"before he said anything to me.

Therefore Hayoue came to see me, and we thought it would be well to seek your advice.

For, umo, you are wise and we are foolish; you are old and we are but children.