Let me!
(Takes the basket from Tuiyo and rocks the basket, crooning.)
Hey, little dove, hush, little dove,
'Tis the wind rocking
Thy nest in the pine tree.
Hey, little dove.
White Flower
Chief's daughter, do you think you will be able to do so well by your husband?
(Bright Water gives back the child to its mother in great confusion.)
Seegooche
Do not plague her. (The women return to their work.) It is the way with maids, the nearer they are to mothering the less they wish to hear of it.
Tiawa
Still I would see the Chisera if I were you. It is a pity she is not invited.