Cilla

Cilla sprang to her, followed by the guide, imprecating bad luck to the slippery stones.

Cilla reproached her cousin with utter absence of any sense of propriety and decorum.

Three times a day Cilla had her lil' boy run fresh cool well water all through de trough.

And Cilla, my shining-headed chum, you and I are going to scamper about a bit before we go home.

These words entered into the hearts of Hean and his sister Cilla, who was with him.