"What do you think of the girl?" the woman inquired.
"Very, very good!" Hayoue emphatically exclaimed. "But her mother and her father,"—he hissed through his teeth and shook his head with every sign of disgust,—"they are very, very bad."
"I think as you do," said Okoya's mother, "and yet I know that the boy is good and the girl is good. Why should they not go together?"
"I say the same, but how comes it that you believe so now?"
"I presume the motātza has told you a different story?" Say suggested, with a smile.
Hayoue nodded.
"I thought differently," she explained, "but now my heart has changed."
"You are right," the young man said approvingly, adding, "but he must avoid the snares which that turkey-buzzard Tyope may set for him, and we must preserve him from them."
"I warned him."
"So have I, and he promised to be wise."