“He eats salmon; he likes nice beads, furs, and shells.”
“I will send him some of my meat, I will send him venison. I will send him beads and furs.”
“May I go with my sisters-in-law?” asked Chikpitpa.
“No, I want you here,” said Sukonia. “I want you here, my little brother.”
The two women rose early next morning, and Tsore Jowa helped them to make ready. Sukonia gave them fat venison, and every kind of bright beads and rich presents for their father.
They started; went as far as the Ichpul house, where the two frog sisters lived. The two old maids were in the road and spoke to Sukonia’s wives. They were very kind and pleasant.
“Put down your baskets and sit a while with us to talk,” said they.
The Jahtaneno sisters were frightened. They did not wish to stop. They feared the Ichpul women, did not like to make them angry by refusing. They were afraid to sit down, afraid to refuse.
“Oh, how your hair looks! let me see your head,” said one Ichpul woman to the elder sister.
“Oh, how your hair looks!” said the other to the younger sister; “let me look at your head.”