Laughing, she then sat down between him and her mother.

The ice was broken.
"You are very strong," Okoya assured her, rubbing the sore limb.
"She is strong, indeed," her mother confirmed; "she can work well, too." "Have you any green paint ?" the girl asked.
"No, but I know a place where it is found.

Do you want any ?" "I would like to have some." "For what do you use the green stone ?" "Next year I want to paint and burn bowls and pots." Mitsha had no thought of the inferences that he would draw from her simple explanation.

He interpreted her words as very encouraging for him, not only because the girl understood the art of making pottery, but he drew the conclusion that she was thinking of furnishing a household of her own.
Hannay improved the opportunity to still further praise her child.

She said,-- "Mitsha does not only know how to paint; she can also shape the uashtanyi, the atash, and the asa." With this she rose, went to the wall, and began to rummage about in some recess.