In a minute more Docas set the basket down at her feet. She looked into it, then she said, “Why, it is filled with mush. Where did you get it?”
Docas then told Ama about the big boilers full of mush, and how every family sent and got its breakfast from them.
The strange little boy, whose name was Yisoo, said, “Good-by; I will be back after breakfast, but I must hurry now and take our breakfast home.”
THE MISSION SCHOOL
AFTER a little while Yisoo came back. “Come now; it is time to go to school,” said he.
“What is school? What do you do there?” asked Docas.
“Why, it’s a place where all the Indian boys go every day. They just say over things that the Father tells them.”
“Is that all? I don’t think that’s any fun,” said Docas.
“No, it isn’t,” said the boy; “but I tell you what is fun,” he added. “If you have a good voice, the Father will teach you to sing and maybe he will teach you to play on a violin.”
Docas was glad to hear that perhaps he could learn to sing, for he loved music. As they walked along Yisoo told Docas about what he must do at school.