At last Aistshie broke out,-- "You tell it, Sayap." "Well," began the latter, "it was yesterday afternoon and we were just putting on the last touches of the coating, when Okoya and little Shyuote his brother--" A clod, skilfully hurled, struck her right ear, filling it with sand and cutting off the thread of her narrative rather abruptly.

Sayap wheeled around to see whence the blow had come.

The other girls all laughed, but she was angry.

Her wrath was raised to the highest pitch however, when she discovered that Shyuote was the aggressor.

On a little eminence near by stood the scamp, dancing, cutting capers, and yelling triumphantly.
"Shyuote is small, but he knows how to throw." "Fiend," cried Sayap in reply.