the real estate people brought me up here and showed me a place that looked so good that I took it on the spot. It's all right, only it is a bit hot when the wind is in this direction."
"It's hot everywhere when there's a kona," observed the man. "That is, it feels hot because the air is humid; but the mercury doesn't go so very high, at that. But it is so rare that we forget that there is such a thing, until one of them strikes us. Show me where you belong, when we get there, and I'll let you out."
Very shortly they came to the bungalow, which was well set back in a tropical garden full of tree-ferns, gay hibiscus bushes and blossoming vines, and divided from its neighbor by the swaying line of tall ironwood trees. "Here are my quarters," said Dick.
"Where?" asked the man, looking about.
"Here," said Dick, indicating the house.
"There?" exclaimed the man, incredulously. "You are living there? Well, I'll be darned!" And then he laughed.
Dick was climbing out of the car. Once on the ground, he turned rather sharply. "Why not?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing!" said the man, and laughed again. "How did you happen to land on this?"
"Through the real estate office. Why? What's the matter with it?"
