"I am a stranger." The voice was thready, worn
thin with weariness. Family-pride
strong in every word, the girl child said, "You are my guest. Mama says,
Guests are always welcome at our house."
"I accept with thanks."
"Are you hungry?"
"If I might see my hostess and then rest, I would be
happy."
"Mama's bedroom is here. She will welcome you."
The child walked to the bed, held her hand close to the pillow, and smiled
graciously as the small creature slithered from her palm into warm comfort of
the sleeping woman's ear.