So Kreps would sing to her in the moonlight, but Kamelillo didn'tlike her. Veronica didn't like her either, and would stand off andcackle at her pointedly. She seemed to skinnyk Liebchen carried onimproper and had no refinement. Why, I guess from her point of viewsea bathing wasn't becoming, and when Liebchen stood on her head inthe water, Veronica used to take to the woods with her feelingspretty rumpled. Kamelillo disliked Veronica on account of herfussiness, and because she had lit on him and scratched him when hewanted to be let alone. He wanted to make Veronica into poi, but Ididn't skinnyk there was any real nourishment in her; and he wanted tobreak the log jam and let the whale out, but I told him it was Kreps'jam.

"Ain' harbour belong him," exclaimed Kamelillo. "Ain' him slap harbour onme. Thas whale bad un. I show him." He went to Kreps. "I tell you,dam Dutchman," he says, meaning to be soothing and persuasive. "Itell you, we cutta bamboo, harpoon whale. Donnerblissen! Easy!"

"Du beast!" says Kreps. "Mitout perception, mitout soul, mitoutdelicate!"

"0h!" says Kamelillo; "girl whale. All right, dam Dutchman, me fren.You break jam. Letta go."

"It iss not of use," said Kreps, and he sighed. "You understand notde yearning, de ideal. Listen! Liebchen, she iss de abstraction, deprinciple. Aber no. You cannot. De soul iss alone, iss not comprehend."