42 Tula Oolah.

“« Soft-Eyes,” she called, and several seals bobbed
up their heads, but Soft-Eyes was not among them.

Seating herself she waited, thinking perhaps he
had gone farther, trying to get another pink
Shell for her. ‘He will be here,” she said, and
sure enough she soon heard a great puffing,
snorting noise, and on came Soft-Eyes swim-
ming slowly toward her, and carrying in his
mouth—something. What it was she could not
make out. Twice it slipped from him and he had
to dive for it. When he got nearer, Celia saw that
it was an iron box, he was carrying. Crawling up
on the rocks, he dropped this strange gift by her
side, and then looked triumphantly into her face
with eyes that said plainly, “There, what do you
think of that for a gift ?”’

Celia didn’t know what to say but looked at
the box with the greatest astonishment.

‘Where did you get it, Soft-Eyes?”’ she said,
but he only grunted, thinking, no doubt, that the
little girl was thanking him again for what he had
brought her. And indeed it had been no easy
matter for him to pick up that heavy iron box from