The Athabascan girl danced around, watching her mother sew, hoping she might be allowed to help.
" To finish," said her mother, taking off her necklace and spreading the beads before her. " Making a special bag for the potlatch is an honor. It is the joy of creating."
She threaded a blue bead onto the deerhide fringe, carefully tying a knot at the end.
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