But her pink fairness blushed
faintly through her skin and warmed her eyes as she relived her
prince-days.
"Well--you have guessed?" Bella said, with defiant shrug of
shoulders and a straight gaze into her sister's eyes. "We rode out
from gay Mana and continued the gay progress--down the lava trails
to Kiholo to the swimming and the fishing and the feasting and the
sleeping in the warm sand under the palms; and up to Puuwaawaa, and
more pig-sticking, and roping and driving, and wild mutton from the
upper pasture-lands; and on through Kona, now mauka"
(mountainward), "now down to the King's palace at Kailua, and to
the swimming at Keauhou, and to Kealakekua Bay, and Napoopoo and
Honaunau. And everywhere the people turning out, in their hands
gifts of flowers, and fruit, and fish, and pig, in their hearts
love and song, their heads bowed in obeisance to the royal ones
while their lips ejaculated exclamations of amazement or chanted
meles of old and unforgotten days.
"What would you, Sister Martha? You know what we Hawaiians are.
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