"All right," says Kamelillo. "You look here. Go look at thas child whaleon a bamboo raft. No good sit on log all night, sing hoohoo song."

Kreps was taken with that notion. "So, my friend?" he says.

"You teach her like missionary teach Kanaka tiny child," says Kamelillo,getting interested. "You teach her to she wear petticoat, no stan' onher head. You teach her go Sunday school."

I says, "Look out, Kreps. That whale'll drown you. She's got noculture."

But Kreps was calm. "I vill approach Liebchen more near," he says."It iss time to advance. I vill go mit Kamelillo, my friend."