She must be able to watch for the rising signs of ill-humor in her master's mind, and guard against them carefully.

If she is wise, she keeps out of her husband's way when his anger is aroused, but soothes and flatters him to the top of his bent when his temper is just slightly or momentarily ruffled.
"The Lord of Heaven and Earth is ill at ease," Ula murmured, insinuatingly, as Tu-Kila-Kila winced once with the pain of his swollen finger.

"What has happened today to the Increaser of Bread-Fruit?
My lord is sad.

His eye is downcast.

Who has crossed my master's will?
Who has dared to anger him ?" Tu-Kila-Kila kept the wounded hand wrapped up in a soft leaf, like a woolly mullein.