The woman turned and saw the children.
She wore a loose skin tunic, and her long black hair hung over her shoulders.
She smiled at the children, and motioned to Demino to come up into the house.
A little boy was shouting to his father from the small window above the door.
He, too, had seen the strangers, and wished them to come in.
Demino waved his hand and said, “That is my little boy. He wants to see you.”
“Let us hurry and climb the ladder.”
Mavo cried, “I will not go! I will not go! I want my mother!”
She did not like the strange house.