"I would let my father be," said Lehua. "He is a dangerous man to cross."
"I care that for him!" cried Keola; and snapped his fingers. "I have him by the nose. I can make him do what I please." And he told Lehua the story.
But she shook her head.
"You may do what you like," said she; "but as sure as you thwart my father, you will be no more heard of. Think of this person, and that person; think of Hua, who was a noble of the House of Representatives, and went to Honolulu every year; and not a bone or a hair of him was found. Remember Kamau, and how he wasted to a thread, so that his wife lifted him with one hand. Keola, you are a baby in my father's hands; he will take you with his thumb and finger and eat you like a shrimp."
Now Keola was truly afraid of Kalamake, but he was vain too; and these words of his wife's incensed him.
"Very well," said he, "if that is what you think of me, I will show how much you are deceived." And he went straight to where his father-in-law was sitting in the parlor.
"Kalamake," said he, "I want a concertina."
"Do you, indeed? " said Kalamake.
