shew to a gift, is not to use it at
all."

"That is the most comical putting of the case that ever I heard," said
Eleanor, quite unable to retain her own gravity.

"Very good sense," said Mr. Rhys, with a dry preservation of his.

"But after all," said Eleanor, "you gave me your second name, if you
please--I do not know what I have to do with the first."

"You do not? Is it possible you think your name is Henry or James, or
something else? You are Rowland Rhys as truly as I am--only you are the
mistress, and I am the master."

Eleanor's look went over the table with something besides laughter in
the brown eyes, which made them a gentle thing to see.

"Mr. Rhys, I am thinking, what you will do to this part of you to make
it like the other?"

He gave her a glance, at which her eyes went down instantly.

"I do not know," he said with infinite gravity. "I will think about it.
Preaching does not seem to do you any good."

Eleanor bent her attention upon her bread and fruit. He spoke next with
a change of tone, giving up his gravity.

"Do you know _your_ particular duty to-day?"

"I thought," said Eleanor,--"that as yesterday you shewed me the
head-carpenter, perhaps this morning you would let me see the chief
cook."

"That is not the first thing. You must have a lesson in Fijian; now
that I hope you are instructed in English."

He carried her off to his study to get it. The lesson was a matter of
amusement to Mr. Rhys, but Eleanor set herself earnestly to learn. Then
he said he supposed she might as well see her establishment at once,
and took her out to the side of the house where she had not been.

It was a plantation wilderness here too, though particularly devoted to
all that in Fiji could belong to a kitchen garden. English beans and
peas had been sown, and were flourishing; most of the luxuriance that
met the eye had a foreign character. Beautiful order was noticeable
everywhere. Mr. Rhys seemed to have forgotten all about the servants;
he pleased himself with leading Eleanor through the walks and shewing
her which were the plants of the yam and the kumera and other native
fruits and vegetables. Bananas were here too, and the graceful stems of
the sugar cane; and overhead the cocoa-nut trees waved their feathery
plumes in the air.

"Who did all this?" Eleanor asked admiringly.

"Solomon--with a head gardener over him."

"Solomon is--I saw him yesterday?"

"Yes. He came with me from Vulanga. He i