Auwae has a loved playmate, upa, a boy a little older than herself.
Her way leads past upa's home, and the boy is already waiting for her.
It makes a perfect bower of the sweet-smelling blossoms; but it is not this upa wishes to show.
And upa's father will be kind, and will take good care of you.
Auwae and upa hold each other's hands tightly and do not speak.
upa pounds his drum, and another of the party plays upon a bamboo flute.
upa's father has already eaten breakfast and attended to his business with the landlord.
She springs upon the saddle without help, and sits astride of the horse just as upa does.
Auwae and upa once more lead the party as they wander slowly homeward and again enter the shadow of the tall palm-trees.
The children would like to stop awhile on the plantation, but upa's father says they must not delay.