“Did our father tell you how to sing?” asked the elder sister.
“He did, but I have forgotten.”
She tried to remember the song, and soon after it came to her,—
“O wi, no á, O wi, no í,
O wi, no á, O wi, no í.”
“This is the way our father sang,” said she. “You try it, sister.”
The elder began; soon both sang together.
“Oh, we have a nice song now,” said they.
Their song went straight to where the man was, a long distance. This man was Sedit. He was getting red earth for acorn bread. Water soaked through red earth was used to moisten acorn meal. Sedit was covered with shells. He was very splendid to look at. As he dug the earth, it seemed to him that he heard something. He stopped, listened, listened with all his ears. The sisters stopped singing, and he dug again; again he heard the singing and stopped. When he stopped, the sisters ceased to sing; when he dug, they began again. Thus it continued the whole afternoon. They kept Sedit all day there doing little, almost nothing.
Sometime before sunset the sisters dug their roots and went home. Sedit went home too. He lived at the house of Satok Pokaila.
“What were you doing? I waited all day, forenoon and afternoon, for you. It is too late to make bread now,” said Satok.