"Oh, nothing!" repeated the man. "Nothing's the matter with it. Don't see much of your neighbors, do you?"
"No," said Dick, puzzled; "I don't want to. The reason that I came up here was because I wanted to get away from all social life while I put through this work. The agent said that the people were Hawaiians but that they wouldn't bother me."
"I'll wager they won't bother you," said the other, still with a broad grin on his face. "The only social life that you'll get out of them will be by absent treatment, you can bet on that."
"But who lives in the other house?" asked Dick, his curiosity piqued by the other's manner; "Who are they?"
"Do you mean to say that the agent didn't tell you anything about them? Oh, well, all right; as long as you came up here to be quiet, it doesn't matter. You won't see anything of them, so you should worry!" And the man started up his engine.
"But wait!" protested Dick, "Who are they? Who lives there?"
"Who lives there?" the man laughed back at him as he got under way; "Well, I believe they call them Pupu-le and Lolo;" and Dick heard him laughing still as the car rolled away.
He went into the house in a rather bad humor again, and stalked out onto the lanai. "Funny sort of names!" he thought. "Wonder what's the matter
