She had not long to wait. Bimsha came out of her door, and looking across to
Katipah, cried, "Well, Katipah, and where is your fine husband to-day?"

"My husband is gone out," said Katipah, "but if you care to look you can see
my baby. It is ever so much more beautiful than yours."

Bimsha, when she heard that, turned green and yellow with envy; and there,
plain to see, was Katipah holding up to view the most beautiful babe that ever
gave the sunlight a good excuse for visiting this wicked earth. The mere sight
of so much innocent beauty and happiness gave Bimsha a shock from which it
took her three weeks to recover. After that she would sit at her window and
for pure envy keep watch to see Katipah and the child playing together--the
child which was so much more beautiful and well-behaved than her own.

As for Katipah, she was so happy now that the sorrow of waiting for her
husband's return grew small. Day by day the west wind blew softly, and she
knew that Gamma-gata was there, keeping watch over her and her child.

Every day she would say to the little one, "Come, my plum-petal, my wind-
flower, I will send thee up to thy father that he may see how fat thou art
getting, and be proud of thee!" And going down to the shore, she would lay the
child among the strings of her kite and send it up to where Gamma-gata blew a
wide breath over sea and land. As it went she would hear the child crow with
joy at being so uplifted from earth, and laughing to herself, she would think,
"When he sees his child so patterned after his own heart, Gamma-gata will be
too proud to remain long away from me."

When she drew the child back to her out of the sky, she covered it with
caresses, crying, "Oh, my wind-blown one, my cloudlet, my sky-blossom, my
little piece out of heaven, hast thou seen thy father, and has he told thee