You should become a Koshare!" she exclaimed.
Okoya's face clouded; he did not like the suggestion, but nevertheless asked,-- "Is she," looking at Mitsha, "a Koshare also ?" "No.

We had another child, a boy.

He was to have become a Delight Maker, but he died some time ago." The woman had it on her lips to say, "Do you become one in his place as our child," but she checked herself in time; it would have been too bold a proposal.
Okoya glanced at the daughter and said timidly,-- "If you like, I shall come again to see you;" and Mitsha's face displayed a happy smile at the words, while her mother eagerly nodded.
"Come as often as you can," she replied.

"We"-- emphasizing the word strongly--"like it.

It is well." "Then I will go now," said Okoya, rising.