Have no fear for their eyes.

Let me look at your finger." Tu-Kila-Kila, half appeased by her clever quickness, held his hand out sulkily, like a disobedient child.

Ula examined it close.

"A bite," she said, shortly.

"A bite from a bird! a peck from a parrot." Tu-Kila-Kila jerked out a surly assent.