Okoya had meanwhile taken one of the girl's hands in his playing with her dainty fingers which she suffered him to do.
"See here," the woman cried and turned around.

He dropped the girl's hand and Hannay handed something to him.
"Mitsha made this." Then she sat down again.
The object which Okoya had received from her was a little bowl of clay, round, and decorated on its upper rim with four truncated and graded pyramids that rose like prongs at nearly equal intervals.

The vessel was neatly finished, smooth, white, and painted with black symbolic designs.
There was nothing artistic in it according to our ideas, but it was original and quaint.

Okoya gazed at the bowl with genuine admiration, placed it on the floor, and took it up again, holding it so that the light of the fire struck the inside also.

He shook his head in astonishment and pleasure.