Say hung her head and pouted; and yet she felt that Shotaye was right, after all.

And then it was so gratifying to hear from Shotaye's own lips how good her son was.
"Sanaya," she asked after a while, timidly, "tell me for what you came." "No," the other curtly answered.
Say started.

"Be not angry with me," she pleaded.

"I do not mean anything wrong." "And yet you slander your best child." Say Koitza began to sob.
Shotaye continued, angrily,-- "You may well weep! Whoever speaks ill of his own blood, as you do, ought to be sad and shed tears forever.

Listen to me, koitza.