You Korong now.
While your time last, Queenie, people give you plenty of present." "While my time last ?" Muriel repeated, with a curious sense of discomfort creeping over her slowly.
The girl nodded an easy assent.

"Yes, while your time last," she answered, laying a small bundle of palm-leaves at Muriel's back by way of a cushion.

"For now you Korong.

By and by, Korong pass to somebody else.
This year, you Korong.

So people worship you." But nothing that Muriel could say would induce the girl further to explain her meaning.