nd tied our horses for
us, so that we might escape the shower. They were always ready to do a
kind act for us. As I sat in the hut with two women and a pretty little
native girl about three years old, I longed to be able to talk with them
in their own language; but after each of us had said "aloha," we could
only sit and look at each other.

Grandma and Mrs. Bond with her children were waiting on the piazza to
meet us as we rode up. But there is the tea-bell, so we must wait until
to-morrow to hear about Kohala.

XIV.

Kohala and Waimea.

"We are ready to hear about that queer-named place now, aunty," said
Alice at my elbow as I sat writing in my room.

Oh, yes, about Kohala.

* * * * *

Every thing at Mr. Bond's was the pink of neatness, and though we were
shut in by rain for five days, we enjoyed it. Sometimes, it would look
like clearing up, and we would walk in the garden; but usually we had to
hurry in to escape the rain.

The garden looked beautifully, with some rose-bushes twenty-five feet
in circumference, and scarlet geraniums perhaps fifteen feet. It does
one good just to look at them, after seeing only our little dwarf shrubs
at home. Kanoa and his wife, the good Hawaiian missionaries to
Micronesia, came with their little baby to bid us good-by.

We had mangoes for the first time at Mr. Bond's, which were delicious.
In shape they are like a pear, only flatter, with the large end growing
next the stem. I can not describe the taste, it is unlike any thing we
have. The seed is very large, being nearly two thirds the size of the
fruit. Fresh figs, too, we tried for the first time, and to our surprise
liked them. We had some papaias, which grow on trees; the fruit tastes
like a musk-melon, and pies made of them are very much like squash-pies.

Sabbath morning it cleared up about eleven, so that we could go to
church. Notwithstanding the weather, a goodly congregation assembled,
and listened to grandpa with great respect and attention. After meeting,
as usual, they all wanted to shake hands with us. As I was going down
the aisle, thinking I had shaken hands with all, I heard some one call
"keika mahine, keika mahine" [daughter, daughter], and looking round,
there was an old man standing up on a seat with his hand stretched out
to shake hands. Of course I must gratify him. Fortunately for us,
Monday, April 20, was a pleasant day, and we started about nine o'clock
f