“That would be tiresome.”

“Tha’s why I don’ smiling to-day.”

“Why?”

“All yistidy I giggling.”

He shouted with laughter at her.

“Move your mat here, Yuki,” indicating a spot close to his hammock. “I want to talk to you.”

“My ears are—”

“Too small to hear from that distance,” finished her husband. “Come.”

“Thangs,” with great dignity, “I am quide comfor’ble. I don’ wan’ sit so near you, excellency.”