"Savour the wind; what is it?" I asked, sniffing.
"O-neh-tah, the pine!" she cried.
"O-ne-tah, the spruce!" I corrected.
"The pine, silly!"
"The spruce!"
"No, no, the pine!"
"So be it, sweet."
"No, I am wrong!"
And we laughed, and she stretched out her slender hand to me from her saddle.
Then we galloped forward together, calling out greeting to our old friends as we passed; and thus we saluted Jis-kah-kah, the robin, and Kivi-yeh, the little owl, and we whistled at Koo-koo-e, the quail, and mocked at old Kah-kah, the watchful crow.