One morning I gave Pola two large ship's biscuits from the pantry.
"Be not angry," said Pola, "but I prefer to carry these home."
"Eat them," I said, "and I will give you more."
Before leaving that night he came to remind me of this. I was swinging in a hammock reading a novel when Pola came to kiss my hand and bid me good night.
"Love," I said, "Talofa."
"Soifua," Pola replied, "may you sleep;" and then he added, "Be not angry, but the biscuits——"
"Are you hungry?" I asked. "Didn't you have your dinner?"
"Oh, yes, plenty of pea-soupo" (a general name for anything in tins); "but you said, in your high-chief kindness, that if I ate the two biscuits you would give me more to take home."
"And you ate them?"
He hesitated a perceptible moment, and then said: