Pioke
Strong Bow is my lover, Chisera. Bring him safe home again.
(The girls retire after dropping their gifts in the Chisera's basket.)
The Chisera
(A little stiffly.) You have no need of gifts. Am I not young, even as you? Should you pray for your lover any more or less for the sake of a few beads?
Seegooche
(Anxiously.) Be not angry, Chisera. They would repay you for the dancing and the singing.
(The Chisera gathers up the gifts that the older women have brought and goes into the hut. The girls take up their gifts, puzzled.)
Seegooche
I am afraid you have vexed her with your foolish quest.