“With a feed,” replied Okiok, glancing slyly at his better half.
“As if I didn’t know that!” returned the wife. “When did Okiok ever do anything before having his morning feed?”
“When he was starving,” retorted the husband promptly.
This pleasantry was received with a giggle by the women.
“Well, father, and what comes after the morning feed?” asked Nunaga.
“Kick-ball,” answered Okiok.
“That is a hard game,” said the wife; “it makes even the young men blow like walruses.”
“Ay, and eat like whales,” added the husband.
“And sleep like seals,” remarked Nunaga.
“And snore like—like Okioks,” said Nuna.