As they trudged home, Heema asked, “Do you think mother will put feathers or shells on these new baskets?”
“I don’t know,” answered Docas, “but she will make a pretty pattern with the dark fern stems or the willow bark.”
Next morning Ama began making the new basket. She made this basket flat.
By the time the basket was finished, the grass-seed was ripe in the fields around them.
One morning Ama got up very early. Docas saw her pick up the new flat basket and a deep basket with a handle.
“I’m going to see what she does with the new basket,” thought Docas, creeping out very softly.
“I can carry the new basket,” said Docas.
He trotted along behind Ama as she walked out to the field of grass. The grass was so tall that Docas was almost hidden, and his mother did not see him.
Docas watched Ama brush the tops of the grass with the flat basket. Every few minutes there would come a little rattle as Ama knocked the seeds down into the deep basket. “Just hear the grass-seed rattle down into the deep basket,” said Docas to himself.