The squaws stiffened to immobility and listened stolidly, their eyes alone betraying the curiosity they felt.

Off somewhere at the head of the tiny pond, hidden away in the jungle of green, a voice was singing; a girl's voice, and a strange voice--for the squaws knew well the few women voices along the Snake.
"That my girl," Phoebe explained, stopping the soft pat--pat of her butter-ladle.
"Where ketchum yo' girl ?" Hagar forgot her petulance, and became curious as any white woman.
"Me ketchum 'way off, where sun come up.

In time me have heap boys--mebbyso want girl all time.

My mother's sister's boy have one girl, 'way off where sun come up.

My mother's sister's boy die, his wife all same die, that girl mebbyso heap sad; no got father, no got mother--all time got nobody.