After the third _umo_, however, he glanced around, saw Okoya beckoning to him, and came down to the brook.

Yawning and rubbing his eyes he sat down, and Okoya said,-- "Satyumishe, I want to speak to you.

Will you listen to my speech ?" Hayoue smiled good-naturedly, but looked rather indifferent or absent-minded as he replied,-- "I will; what is it about?
Surely about Mitsha, your girl.

Well, she is good," he emphatically added; "but Tyope is not good, not good," he exclaimed, looking up with an expression of strong disgust and blowing through his teeth.

It was clear that the young man was no friend to Tyope.
Okoya moved uneasily, and continued in a muffled tone of voice,-- "You are not right, nashtio; it is not concerning Mitsha that I want to speak to you." "About what else, then ?" Hayoue looked up in surprise, as if unable to comprehend how a boy of the age of Okoya could think of anything else than of some girl.
His brother's son took from his neck the little satchel containing sacred meal.