Dick was seething. "Miss Morton," he said crisply, "if souls were worn on the outside of the skin instead of inside, the general run of Hawaiians would make the most of us look as if we came out of the blackest part of Africa. Now suppose we have tea." And he drew the table aside to permit her to pass.
But Kat was not to be coerced and stood still in her chosen corner, leaning as far as possible toward the ironwoods, and she turned her eyes, big and reproving, upon Dick. "Why, Mr. Harris!" she cried, "what a dreadful thing to say! Why, I think that's awful. Wait until I tell you a few things. Come on, let's have tea over here on this table, and I'll sit right here on the rail. Come on over, Calista, we're going to have tea over here! Oh, yes, Mr. Harris, and I want to ask you something else. Listen, do you ever hear or see anything of that awful child? I'd like to see what it really looks like;" and she bent farther through the ironwoods. "They say that it is horribly deformed and is just like an animal,—has no mind at all. Isn't that shocking? Why"
But Dick interrupted her desperately, at the same time waving the others back. "Miss Morton," he said, "I had that table put there as a guard. The supports under that corner of the lanai are undermined and there is danger of it going down into the valley; and the rail is loose in consequence of the sinking. I didn't want to frighten you, but I have
