mountain side opposite. I won't stand for anything like this."
Moto fingered the hammer. "I think no good—" he began again.
"Go ahead and pull out the nails, I told you. Never mind what you think, you do what I say!" And Moto went to work upon the nails.
Dick returned to a contemplation of the offending ironwood tree. "I'll have that thing cut down," he chafed; "There's no sense to it. What's the idea of a whole row of trees in between two houses that are only three or four feet apart? It's idiotic."
"I think," said Moto, turning from his nails, "ironwood make windbreak before she make this house. Just one house here before; then she make this house and she leave trees all same."
"But what's the sense of having the houses so close together?" fussed Dick. "Not another building on this ridge, and these two jammed up against each other like a city street."
"I think," said Moto, patiently; "she make this house for old Mamma, when she marry with that man; then when Malua he die, old Mamma she go back and take care of baby."
"I don't care anything about their family history!" sputtered Dick. "Go ahead with those nails, can't you!"
Moto went back to the nails and at last they were all drawn and Dick came forward to help raise the
