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grey white clay in his hands.
"See what I have made, Sunrise," he said.
"But what is the use of it?" said Sunrise.
"I wish to lay it near your fire," said the little boy, "for that will make it hard and then it will hold water. The sun at this season is not hot enough to do this."
"What is your name?" said Sunrise, "for you seem very thoughtful, for so little a child."
"I have no name," said the child.
