The latter cast at the boy a humorous glance; he felt manifestly amused by his talk.
"Mot[=a]tza," he began, "in what you have told me there is not more substance than in the clouds above, when the Shiuana do not dwell in them.

It is colour, white colour.

It is nothing.

You have been painting; the picture is done, but no spirit is there.

Shyuote is a lazy, idle brat; he shirks work; but when you say to him, Sit down and eat, then he all at once becomes active.