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Show - ^ - "Be seated, my favorite grandson. To what do I owe the honor of your rare visit?" she cMded him. "I need some of your wisdom, dear grandmother.'' "Do I detect flattery, my son?" she queried, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Not so, Grandmother Wetekia. I meant it as a compliment." "I was only chiding you. I am honored and accent the compliment for which I am most unworthy." Roa stirred restlessly. "My spirit is uneasy, and my soul is unhappy at the turn of events in my life, my grandmother." "Sneak on while I prepare us refreshments. I will stay alert to your conversation." Wetekia busily set about mixing a batter into x^hlch she poured dozens of small fish called x^hite-bait. She formed them into thin oatties and placed them in the cooking fire. In a short time they were taken out crisp and brown, smelling almost as delectable as they tasted. The old woman and Roa munched the tasty morsels as they talked. "Many young men in their growing vears become restless, my grandson," she continued. "But is their restlessness bubbling and boiling |