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So Ayacanora flaunted on; while Amyas watched her, half amused, half in simple pride of her beauty; and looked around at all gazers, as much as to say, "See what a fine bird I have brought home!" Another great trouble which she gave Mrs. Leigh was her conduct to the ladies of the neighborhood. They came, of course, one and all, not only to congratulate Mrs.
Great was the weeping, howling, and leave-taking on the part of the simple Indians, and loud the entreaties to come again, bring them a message from Amalivaca's daughter beyond the seas, and help them to recover their lost land of Papamene; but Ayacanora took no part in them; and Amyas left her, wondering at her absence, but joyful and light-hearted at having escaped the rocks of the Sirens, and being at work once more.
"Trees great trees like the Magdalena always nothing but trees wild and bad everything. Ayacanora won't talk about that." "Do you mind anything that grew on those trees?" asked Yeo, eagerly. She laughed. "Silly! Flowers and fruit, and nuts grow on all trees, and monkey-cups too. Ayacanora climbed up after them when she was wild. I won't tell any more."
A few hours and there would be no trace of that fierce fray, but a few white bones amid untrodden beds of flowers. And now Amyas had time to ask Ayacanora the meaning of this her strange appearance. He wished her anywhere but where she was: but now that she was here, what heart could be so hard as not to take pity on the poor wild thing?
Amyas now recollected the strange roaring which had followed them. "Noises? What did you make them with?" Ayacanora lifted her finger with an air of most self-satisfied mystery, and then drew cautiously from under her feather cloak an object at which Amyas had hard work to keep his countenance. "Look!" whispered she, as if half afraid that the thing itself should hear her.
There sat Ayacanora, her finery half torn off, and scattered about the floor in spite, crying still as if her heart would break; while poor Lucy cried too, half from fright and hunger, and half for company. Amyas tried to comfort the poor child, assured her that the men should never laugh at her again; "But then," added he, "you must not be so so " What to say he hardly knew.
"Well, it's not over fair: but still, they are a sight better than they ever had before. An old hoop is better than a deer's bone, as Ayacanora knows, eh?" "I don't know anything about it," said she, who was always nettled at the least allusion to her past wild life. "I am an English girl now, and all that is gone I forget it." "Forget it?" said he, teasing her for want of something better to do.
"No! not English clothes English heart! Good heart, like yours! Yes, I will be good, and Sir John shall teach me!" "There's my good maid," said Amyas. "Sir John shall begin and teach you to-morrow." "No! Now! now! Ayacanora cannot wait. She will drown herself if she is bad another day! Come, now!"
Leigh told her, in her simple way, that whosoever gave to the poor, gave to the Great Spirit; for the Great Spirit was in them, and in Ayacanora too, if she would be quiet and listen to him, instead of pouting, and stamping, and doing nothing but what she liked.
Ah! yes just like Cooky there dirty Cooky!" And that hapless son of Ham, who happened to be just crossing the main-deck, heard a marlingspike, which by ill luck was lying at hand, flying past his ears. "Ayacanora, if you heave any more things at Cooky, I must have you whipped," said Amyas, without, of course, any such intention.
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