Thus they swallowed meat, broth, and finally the ladle also.

Okoya arose first, uttering a plainly audible hoa.

Shyuote ate longer; at last he wiped his mouth with the seam of his wrap, grumbled something intended for thanksgiving, and strolled back to his resting place in the front room.
Okoya went out into the court-yard to be alone with his forebodings.

The sight of his mother seemed oppressive to him.
After the boys had gone the woman emptied the remainder of the stew back into the pot, filled the painted bowl with water, and put both vessels in a corner.

Then she sat down, leaning against the wall, looking directly toward her father.