An awful suspicion lay in this penetrating look.

Her face flushed, she bent her head to avoid his gaze.
To the gloomy talk succeeded a still more gloomy silence.

Then the woman lifted her head, and began entreatingly,-- "My father, I do not ask you to tell me how you come to know all this; but tell me, umo, what are these Delight Makers, the Koshare?
At every dance they appear and always make merry.

The people feel glad when they see them.

They must be very wise.