kia ako mai i ahau ki te kaukau i roto i te whare kaukau nei, kāore au e pēnei ināianei. Rīngi tonu te waea kōrero. Heke ana te wera, kua mākū taku tinana i te kakawa. Ai, puru ana te hau. Rīngi tonu te waea kōrero. ‘Ai, taihoa! Pupuru ki ō hōiho! Kāore ahau e turi ana!’ Rīngi tonu te waea kōrero. Kua tae mai te pukuriri ki ahau. Kātahi ka tango mai taku whāmare i tēnei taonga; pai ake mehe i tango mai rātou i te taonga whakaatu. Ka maunu te whare rā, kua puta ki te ao mārama. Ka whakatikatika ahau i ahau, ka oma ahau me aku e rua rau e toru tekau mā waru pāuna e korikori haere ana, me te haruru haere hoki o aku wae. Tae atu ahau ki te waea kōrero, kua mutu te rīngi. Ka kōrero atu ahau, ‘Kia ora! Ko wai tēnei? Ko wai tēnei?’ Kāore e hamumu mai, kua whakairingia te whōno. Pīrangi ana ahau ki te kangakanga. Hoi anō te mahi, he haere ki te whakaoti i te kaukau. ‘Ai, kia mātao mai te wai!’ He aha rā te mahi o aku tamariki ki ahau? Ka kī mai me noho ahau i roto i te whare kauaku maoa ai, ka mutu ka noho i roto i te wai mātao kunawiri ai. Pai ake mehe i tango mai rātou i te taonga whakaatu kia pai taku whiri i aku wae i ngā pō, mātakitaki ai i a David Vincent. Hei aha hoki a Emma Peel. Nanakia, kua mōhio tonu ahau ki ngā ingoa o ngā Pākehā nei! E horoi ana ahau me aku whakaaro, ka pātōtō mai te tangata i te kūaha o muri o te whare. He aha rā te take o tērā tangata e haere mai ai i tēnei hāora o te rangi? Ka hikaka taku taora i ahau, kua kuhu au aku kākahu, ka heru aku huru, ka whakapai taku kanohi, ka kuhu aku pūtu, ka rere atu ahau ki te kūaha. Ka karanga atu au, ‘Haere mai ki roto.’ Taku tuwheratanga i te kūaha, ko te hau anake e pupuhi ana, kua kore noa atu te tangata. Kua pīrangi anō ahau ki te kangakanga. Ka kite ahau i te pāhara e tū ana. āhua toimaha tonu te pāhara; ka unu ahau i ngā pepa, ka kite ahau i te reta e takoto ana, e korekore noa iho ngā kupu. had permitted the girls to teach me how to use this “thing” properly I wouldn't be in this mess now. The telephone continued to ring. Perspiration began to run, and my body was all wet with perspiration. Oh, I was breathless. The telephone continued to ring. ‘Oh, wait on! Hold your horses! I'm not deaf!’ The telephone continued to ring. I began to get very frustrated. It would have been better if my family had bought a television instead of this “thing”. The zip and fasteners undone, I'm free, out into the world of life and light. I straightened myself and ran with my 238 pounds shaking in jelly fashion and the sound of my feet thundering along. Just as I reached the telephone it stopped ringing. I lifted the receiver and said, ‘Hello, who is it? Who's there?’ No reply. Whoever it was, had hung up. I felt like swearing. The only thing left to do was to complete my bath programme. ‘Gee, the water's cold!’ I wondered what my children were trying to do to me, first they tell me to sit in the Sauna Bath, and cook—after that, to sit in cold water, and freeze. It would have been nicer if they had bought a television so I can sit and cross my legs in the evenings and watch David Vincent. I'm not worried about Emma Peel. Not bad, I'm learning the names of the Pakeha! I was busily washing myself and thinking all these things, when someone knocked at the back door. What a time for someone to pay a visit. I hurriedly towelled myself, put on my clothes, combed my hair, made up my face, put on my slippers, and dashed to the door. I called, ‘Come inside.’ When I opened the door, I was met with a gust of wind, the impatient owner of the knock had disappeared. I felt like swearing again. That's when I saw the parcel. It was quite heavy. I removed the wrapping and saw the note with its brevity of information.