The work was really hard, especially for Kali, for he had, in addition, to cure the meat, water the horses, and think of fodder for the elephant who was incessantly trumpeting for it. But the young negro proceeded to work about the new abode with great willingness and even ardor; the reason for this he explained the same day to Stas in the following manner:
"When the great master and the 'bibi,'" he said, holding his arms akimbo, "live in the tree, Kali will not have to build big zarebas for the night and he can be idle every night."
"Then you like to be idle?" Stas asked.
"Kali is a man, so Kali loves to be idle, as only women ought to work."
"But you see, however, that I work for the 'bibi.'"
"But because when the 'bibi' grows up she will have to work for the great master, and, if she does not want to, the great master will whip her."
But Stas, at the very thought of whipping the "bibi," jumped as if scalded and shouted in anger:
"Fool, do you know who the 'bibi' is?"
"I do not," replied the black boy with fear.
"Bibi—is—is—a good Mzimu."
And Kali cowered.
After finishing his work he approached Nell bashfully; then he fell on his face and began to repeat, not indeed in a terror-stricken, but in an entreating voice:
"Aka! Aka! Aka!"
And the "Good Mzimu" stared at him, with her beautiful, sea-green eyes wide open, not understanding what had happened nor what was the matter with Kali.
