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Show until the spoon in the bowl sang too. "Evsn from the storm you bring a song," she said thoughtfully, "and this one is best of all." "Better than the song of the crow?" he laughed. "Better than the crow," she said. "Better than the coyote?" he said teasingly. "Better than the coyote," she smiled. "Then wait for tomorrow," he said. His heart pounded for now he remembered the boy who looked at the willow. He now wished morning would come quickly. He must sharpen his knife with a good piece of flint. It was not long until night was gone and daylight was peeking through the logs of the hogan. Kleeka got up caraful not to waken hi3 mother and the baby. He pulled his father's knife from the log with a jerk and went in search of a flint. The knife must be sharp and this blade was thick and rusty. He worked over the knife until his mother had milked the goats and came looking for him. "Do you know the goats are turned out from the corral," sile said, Kleeka proudly put his finger to the sharp blade, |