It was plain that she meant to give it to one or the other of us.

Kit held out his hand for it with a bow.
"_Kina ?_" he asked, taking it.

("What is it ?") "_Tar-suk_," said the girl.

"_Tar-suk-apak-pee-o-mee-wanga_;" which was plain, to be sure.
Meanwhile the other was industriously fumbling in her boot, and pretty quick drew out a bone image representing a fox, as I have always supposed.

This was for me.
"_Kina ?_" I asked.
"_Bossuit_," was the reply.
This was also pierced with a hole through the neck; and, on my hooking it to my watch-guard, the other girl fell to laughing at her companion, who also laughed a little confusedly, and with a look, which, in a less dusky maiden, might have been a blush.