The women were not hungry, so while the men ate they busied themselves weaving baskets and mats of coarse grass.
Demino’s wife stretched the deerskin on the rocks in the sun.
“Let me help you,” said Teni, as he ran toward the woman.
She let him help her stretch the skin and then thanked him.
“What are you going to use this skin for?” said the boy.
“It will make a warm winter coat for my little boy,” she said.
“My mother makes my coats from skins, too,” said Teni.
As the men ate, they talked.