Then he asked quietly,--
"Where is Zashue?"
"He went to the Koshare," Hayoue explained.
"Why did you call me?"
Say answered in a meek, submissive manner,--
"We wished to speak to you, nashtio, for Okoya, my child, has told me something that may be good, although it may also not be good. It is something I like to see, and yet it also makes my heart heavy. He has spoken about it to satyumishe, too,"--she nodded at Hayoue,--"before he said anything to me. Therefore Hayoue came to see me, and we thought it would be well to seek your advice. For, umo, you are wise and we are foolish; you are old and we are but children. Therefore listen to our speech kindly, and then open our hearts with your speech as a father should with his children."
The old man was flattered by this address from his daughter, and glanced at Hayoue with the air of one who feels proud of the achievements of his child. The young man, too, bowed in approbation. Topanashka turned to Say, and said in an affable tone,--
"Speak, sa uishe; I am glad to listen."
"Sa nashtio," she began, "Okoya is young, but he is no longer a child.
His eyes have seen a girl and that girl has pleased his heart. So he has gone to that girl and may be with her at present. I hold this to be good, umo. What do you think?"
"It is well, and it is good for him and for the tribe," the old man a.s.serted.
"Afterward he came and said, "Sanaya, I am going with that makatza; does she please you?" I believe that was right also?"
"It was right."
The woman omitted the incident of her quarrel with Okoya as well as her interview with Shotaye, and said,--
"He also went to Hayoue and told him to speak to me for him. Was that right, sa nashtio?"
The old man remained thoughtful for a while, and then declared,--
"It was right."
"Should he not have said to his father, "sa nashtio, do you speak to the yaya for me"?"
The reply was very positive,--
"No."
"Why not, sa umo?" Hayoue interjected.
"I will explain this to you later on," Topanashka answered. Turning to his daughter again he inquired,--
"Who is the makatza, and to which hanutsh does she belong?"
"She belongs to your people."
"To Tyame? Who is her mother, and what is the name of the girl?"
"She is called Mitsha Koitza; Tyope Tihua is her father, and her mother you know too. Is all that good also?"
The maseua pressed his lips together firmly, energetically, lowered his eyelids, and gazed before him in silence. The others exchanged a rapid glance, and then both looked at the ground, remaining thus in expectation of the old man"s reply. He kept silent for a long while. At last he inquired of the woman,--
"Do you know the child?"
"I have seen her, but have never spoken to her."
"Do you know her?" He turned to Hayoue.
"Why not?" replied Hayoue, with a smile. "I know everybody who wears a petticoat."
"Have you been to see her?"
"No."
"Never?" Topanashka looked at him suspiciously.
"No!"
"How can you know her, then?"
"As I know all the others,--by meeting them out of doors, talking, and playing with them. I know them all,--all!" And the beau of the Rito yawned complacently, and stretched himself.
"Is she a good girl?" continued Topanashka.
"She is," the youth replied emphatically.
"Does she talk much?"
"No."
"Is she easily angered?"
"That I don"t know. I have never teased her."
"Is she a good worker?"
"So they say."
"Good-looking?"
"Raua, raua!" Hayoue exclaimed.
"Tall?"
"Yes."
"Strong?"
"I believe so."