The mother laughed also; it amused her to see how much Okoya praised her daughter's skill.

She was overjoyed at seeing the two become more familiar.
Okoya returned to his former position, placing the vessel on the floor with tender care; and Mitsha resumed her sitting posture, only she sat much nearer the boy than before.

He still examined the bowl with wonder.
"Who taught you to make such nice things ?" he asked at last.
"An old woman from Mokatsh.

Look," and she took up the vessel again, pointing to its outside, where near the base she had painted two horned serpents encircling the foot of the bowl.
"Tzitz shruy," she laughed merrily.

The youth laughed, so did the women, all three enjoying themselves like big, happy children.
"For whom did you make this ?" Okoya now inquired.
"For my father," Mitsha proudly replied.
"What may Tyope want with it ?" asked the boy.