I thought of staying another month or two, before I go off again.

Mother says she cannot let me go before that." "I fancy it will take you longer than that, Dick, before you can pass as a native." Dick looked surprised.
"Why, Uncle, I did pass as a native, eighteen months ago." "Yes, you did, Dick; but for how long?
You went into shops, bought things, chatted for a short time with natives, and so on; but that is not like living among them.

You would be found out before you had been a single day in the company of a native." Dick looked still more surprised.
"How, Uncle?
What do I do that they would know me by." "It is not what you do, Dick, but it is what you don't do.

You can't sit on your heels--squat, as you call it.

That is the habitual attitude of every native.