"Ho-ā-ā! Heiti-na! Ho-ā-ā! Heiti-na!"
In the meantime Hayoue had drawn closer to Say in the kitchen, saying,—
"Sister-in-law, I have come to speak to you concerning Okoya."
She motioned to him to remain where he was, and said, half in jest, half in earnest,—
"Stay where you are, I hear you. You talk loud enough for me."
"Rest easy, samān," he replied, with a peal of laughter that fairly shook his tall and slender form. "Have no fear, I am tired out after yesterday. But I must talk to you about the motātza." He patted his knees and looked straight into her face. "Are you aware that your child goes with the child of Tyope?"
"I am," said Say, with a smile.
"What do you think of it?"
"Good," was the simple reply. "And you?"
"Good, yes, in one way, and not good in another."