Sat under the hau tree and read this morning and watched Jack and his surf-board. Really, he is doing finely.
This afternoon we went to the Country Club for golf, and had tea there—particularly good tea. Jack found some friends and got some more information. He is using so many Hawaiian words now that I am going to have to attach a glossary to him to find out what his conversation is about. When he says "wikiwiki," I don't know whether he wants me to stop talking or come to dinner.
Played bridge again this evening. There are always people who want us to play bridge, but in a place like this it seems such a waste of time.
The fruits here are perfectly delicious. I didn't know that pineapple could be so good, and the mangoes and papaia are the joy of my life; and think of strawberries and grapes growing and fruiting at the same time in the same garden! Jack has got the poi habit. I like baked breadfruit better.
