He felt exceedingly proud of his exploits as a jester, and was jollier than ever before.

Okoya listened for a while to the clumsy and not always chaste jokes of his parent, and then retired to the estufa.

The next morning, bright and refreshed, he strolled back to the house for breakfast, expecting to meet his father, who would assign him his day's work.
Zashue had gone already.

Nobody asked where, but it was taken for granted that he had gone to see the old chief of the Delight Makers about the approaching days of penitential retirement.

His mother was up; and she addressed her son in a pleasant manner, set food before him, and then inquired,-- "Sa uishe, who was the girl that danced by your side ?" "It was Mitsha Koitza," Okoya replied without looking up.
"Mitsha Koitza," she repeated, "where does she belong ?" "Tyame hanutsh." "Who is her father ?" "Tyope Tihua.