She was convinced, and lifted her eyes again.
"Mother,"-- it was Shyuote's voice which called into the outer room from the court-yard,--"mother, come out and look at the fine rainbow." With this he dashed into the inner door and stood there, the very incarnation of dirt.

He had been playing at Delight Makers in the mud-puddles outside with some of his comrades, and was covered with splashes of mud from head to foot.

Say bounded from her seat and pushed back the forward youngster.
"Who is with you, sanaya ?" he inquired, while retreating.
"Nobody, you water-mole! I want to be alone.

I have no time to look at your rainbow.

Get away!" and she hustled him outside and quickly returned to the kitchen.
But Shyuote, not satisfied with his mother's statement, rushed to the port-hole to see for himself.