He bowed his farewell. “Sayonara!” he said, “Sayonara!”
“Sayonara!” said the priest, bowing. “You will come soon again?”
Caswell straightened up. “I forgot to tell,” he said. “I shall not return soon. I am going to my own country.”
“Indeed, is it so? Is it so?” said the priest, gently. He bowed again and wished him the good wishes suitable to such a parting.
“Sayonara!” said Caswell. Then he walked toward the wicket gate that led out of the garden.
“He got up the courage to go out after the cocoanuts,” he murmured, as he walked away. He quickened his steps, but once he turned and looked back, for he heard their low, rippling laughter again.