Roto.
Finely, Miss.
Loveday.
(Smiling winningly.) You are not nearly so terrifying as I expected!
Roto.
(Grinning, pleased.) Maoris not allowed to be terrible now, Miss.
Loveday.
That is a shame. I’d so much rather be a savage myself. What do you do now they won’t let you be a savage any more?
Roto.
Help with the sheep and cook.