At that moment Hannay had returned, full to the brim with the dismal news.

Okoya forgot everything and returned home, and Mitsha went back to the room and wept.
While her mother proceeded in her account with noisy volubility, Mitsha cried; for Okoya had often spoken of his grandfather, telling her how wise, strong, and good sa umo maseua was.

She felt that the young man looked up to him as to an ideal, and she wept quite as much because of her feeling for Okoya as for the murdered main-stay of her people.
While she thus mourned from the bottom of her heart, the thought came to her how she would feel in case her father was brought home in the same way.

Mitsha was a good child, and Tyope had always treated her not only with affection but with kindness.

He gave her many precious things, as the Indian calls the bright-coloured pebbles, shell beads, base turquoises, crystals, etc., with which he decorates his body.