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an hour later the town councillors deputationised 
me again, and suggested that I should invest 
E’eu with the order of the sack and replace her 
with Pepe. , I said I would give her another 
week’s trial. After the deputation had left I 
told Hakala to bring E’eu into the house, so 
that while she was still feeling the effects of her 
whipping I might impress upon her youthful 
mind the enormity of her conduct. But she 
could not be found. Presently, however, we 
heard the murmur of voices from the cookhouse. 
Walking softly over, I peeped in through the 
window. The place was in semi-darkness, but 
there was still enough light to fill me with 
wrath at what I saw. There, stretched upon 
the floor, face down, was the under-nurse, 
supporting her chin upon her hands, a cigarette 
in her mouth, and that villain of a Moemoe 
lubricating her glossy brown back with a freshly- 
opened tin of my Danish butter, into which he 
now and again thrust his fingers. The extreme 
annoyance I manifested seemed to astonish Moe¬ 
moe, who protested that he had used but very 
little butter, and Hakala had refused to lend 
him her bottle of scented hair-oil. 
But all these were minor troubles. Every 
