Menie and Monnie were happy in their new home. They climbed about on
the rock and found a beautiful cave to play in. They gathered flowers
and shells and colored stones and brought them to their mother.
Then later they went for more fish with the men, and Kesshoo let them
stand on the stones and try to spear the fish just the way the men did.
Menie caught one, and Koko caught one, but Monnie had no luck at all.
"Anyway, I caught a codfish once," Monnie said, to comfort herself.
In two hours everything was as settled about the camp as if they had
lived there a week, and every one was hungry again. Hungriness and
sleepiness came just as regularly as if they had had nights and clocks
both, to measure time by.
When the food was ready, Kesshoo called "Ujo, ujo," which meant "boiled
meat," and everybody came running to the beach.
The men sat in one circle, the women and children in another. Pots of
boiled fish were set in the middle of the circles, and they all dipped
in with their fingers and took what they wanted.
When everybody had eaten, the children played on the beach. They
skipped stones and danced and played ball, and their mothers played
with them.
The men had their fun, too. They sat in their circle, told stories, and
played games which weren't children's games, and the Angakok sang a
song, beating time on a little drum. All the men sang the chorus.
By and by, Koolee saw Monnie's head nodding. So she said to the twins,
"Come, children, let's go up to the tent."
She took their hands and led them up the slope.
"We're not sleepy," the twins declared.
"I am," said Koolee, "and I want you with me."
They went into the tent, which was not so light as it was out of doors
in the bright sunlight. Then they undressed, crawled in among the
deerskins, and were soon sound asleep, all three of them. After a while
Kesshoo came up from the beach and went to sleep too.