Cornelia had been carefully dressed in her blanket, her beads hung about her neck and fondly kissed by her devoted parent, and was now lying at Bah's feet while the little girl worked hard at her lesson.
THE WEAVING LESSON
"Pull your wool tighter, Bah," said Mother, in Navajo.
Bah's fingers and tongue worked together. Children's tongues have a habit of moving with whatever else is in motion.
And as Bah worked, some sheep came wandering in from the field. They were tame sheep and often nosed about the hogan for a bit of human company or food, as the case might be, and this morning I fear the reason was food.
Father sheep was very large and therefore hungrier than the rest. His hunger made him bold. But Bah was a particular friend of his, and I doubt whether even his appetite could have driven him to do what he did that morning, had he been able to guess the great sorrow he was to cause.
"You have left out a stitch, my child, and there will be a hole in the work."
Bah's fingers stopped and so did her tongue.