Ethel
You see this is the sort of thing one hears
And don’t believe, until one sees the spot.
We left New York in snow up to its ears;
And now a Paradise! the palm, the rose,
The Boaganvillia, and the breath of summer.
Ralph
I tell you, Honolulu is a hummer.
It pays for six long days upon the ocean—
And those sad memories of a ship’s queer motion
There’s one thing, though, that’s disappointed me,—
The much exploited Honolulu maid.
I haven’t seen a beauty in the town.
Ralph
They’re thick as ripe bananas on a tree.
You have not been observing, I’m afraid.
Ethel (shrugging her shoulders)
Oh well, tastes differ; I don’t care for brown,
At least for this pronounced Hawaiian shade;
I really can’t imagine how a man
Could love a girl dyed to a chronic tan.