"How could I speak to one whose mother is a sand-viper, and whose father a carrion crow ?" "Is that all ?" "You know," Say cried, "how mean Tyope is! If my child goes to see his child, is it not easy for the young serpent to ask this and that of my son?
Then she will go and tell the old sand-viper, her mother, who will whisper it to Tyope himself.

Don't you see it, sister ?" The argument was forcible, and Shotaye felt the truth of it.

The other proceeded,-- "Okoya may have been going with the girl for a long while; and I knew nothing of it.

Have you found out, sister,"-- she leaned forward and looked at her guest with a very earnest expression,--"how the Koshare have learned about the owl's feathers in my house ?" The other shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.
"Neither have I," continued Say; "but might not Okoya--" The hand of her friend closed her lips.
"Hush!" cried the medicine-woman, imperatively; "speak not, believe not, think not, such a thing! Okoya is good; I, too, know the boy.

He will never do what you suspect." But Say was too excited to listen to her.