"Sure," McHale agreed at once. "We can bed down anywheres. I'll rig up a couple of bunks in the new tool house. We're pretty well along with the water. I can 'tend to that while you show 'em the country."
Straightway Casey commanded Feng, his Chinaman, to clean and scrub, much to that Celestial's disgust.
"What foh?" he demanded. "Housee plenty clean. Las spling me hiyu sclub, hiyu wash, hiyu sweep undeh bed. All light now."
"All right for man; no good for woman," Casey explained. "Two lady come stop, Feng."
"Ho!" said Feng, adjusting his mind to a new situation. "You and Tom mally him?"
"No," Casey responded. "One married already. Ladies all same my friends, Feng."
"No good." Feng announced with certainty. "Woman fliend no good. All time makee too much wo'k. All time kick at glub. Mebbyso want blekfust in bed. Mebbyso bling baby. Neveh give Chinaboy a dolla'. No good. S'pose you bling woman fliend me quit. Me go back to China."
"If you quit me now, one dead China boy stop," Casey threatened. He added craftily: "This lady tyee lady. All same mandarin's daughter. Hiyu rich!"
"Ho!" said Feng thoughtfully. "Hiyu lich, eh? All light. Me clean housee."
But, though he had won this diplomatic victory, Casey was not satisfied. Finally he took his perplexities to Sheila, enlisting her aid in problems of decoration and the like.