Padahoon
(Wheedling.) What will the gods think of a blanket of the Navajoes (he spreads it out before her)—thick and fine—and four strings of shells—and a cake of mesquite meal—?
The Chisera
Are the gods a-cold, Padahoon, that you bring them a blanket? Is there hunger in their camp, think you?
Padahoon
Let the things stay in yours, Chisera; they will remind you to speak well of me when you go before the Friend of the Soul of Man.
The Chisera
Put up your pack, Padahoon!
Padahoon
It is a little matter, Chisera; a handful of sticks thrown on the ground. What should the gods care for a handful of sticks? And the blanket is very thick. Shall I leave it a little while, that you may admire it?