It seemed to mollify their wonder somewhat.
"Keep it up," Kit advised: "that'll bring 'em." We kept it up, smiling and bowing and nodding as gayly as we could; and were presently rewarded by seeing faint reflections of our grins on their dusky faces, which rapidly deepened into as broad a smile as I ever beheld.

They had very tolerably wide mouths, with large white teeth.

Having got up a smile, we next essayed to shake hands with them according to good old New-England custom.

Their white gloves were of some sort of bird-skin, I think, and fitted--well, I've seen kid gloves worn that didn't fit a whit better.

How to commence a conversation was not so easy; since we knew not more than a dozen words of their language, and could not frame these into sentences.