"Not told them, but looked them—thought them—to me."
"And you believed?"
"I believed."
"That is very sad," said the mother. "It is the way of the west-ocean men."
"Ah, it is his way, thank Shaka! and it is not sad. It is very joyous."
"Shaka grant that it is not, my daughter.
To the Eijinsan you are only a plaything, I fear."
"He may have me for a plaything," said the girl, defiantly. "Who has not playthings? "
"When a plaything becomes shabby—"
"But I am not, and I never shall be."
"In a little while we shall know," said the mother, finally.
"In a little while we shall know," repeated the girl, joyously.
VII
"WHAT YOU BED?"
Later they found the letter—in the discarded conversation-book. It said that Garland was having his final outing before becoming a
