"Look, Nokomis!" she says, "No boy is straighter than your grandson, and there is no better dancer."
Fleet Deer says nothing, but he is thinking of the time when his son will take part in the war dance of his tribe.
Little White Cloud stands by her mother. She has known three winters and is now a chubby, pretty little Indian girl.
Suddenly she begins to imitate her brother. She throws out her tiny brown arms, turns round and round, jumps and bows, while Nokomis and Good Bird shout with laughter.
Listen! the children are singing. What do they say? It is the song of the fireflies that we hear.
Nokomis has chanted the same words and melody for many a lullaby, and she keeps time, singing the same song:
"Wau wau tay see, wau wau tay see,
Flitting white fire insect,
Waving white fire bug,
Give me light before I go to bed,
Give me light before I go to sleep!
Come, little dancing white fire bug,
Come, little flitting white fire beast,
Light me with your bright white flame,
Light me with your little candle."