She shook her head and looked very wise.

"When a god come into somebody," she said, nodding toward Muriel in a mysterious way, "then him god himself; him Korong.

When the god go away from him, him Korong no longer; somebody else Korong.

Queenie Korong now; so people worship him.

While him time last, people plenty kind to him." The day passed away, and night came on.