decided Kilohana for me. Not only would it cost him nothing for me
to visit at the old home, but he saved the price of the poor food I
should have eaten had I remained alone at Nahala, which meant the
purchase price of more Nahala acreage. And at Kilohana Uncle John
said yes, and loaned me the horse.

"Oh, it was like heaven, getting back, those first several days.
It was difficult to believe at first that there was so much food in
all the world. The enormous wastage of the kitchen appalled me. I
saw waste everywhere, so well trained had I been by Husband George.
Why, out in the servants' quarters the aged relatives and most
distant hangers-on of the servants fed better than George and I
ever fed. You remember our Kilohana way, same as the Parker way, a
bullock killed for every meal, fresh fish by runners from the ponds
of Waipio and Kiholo, the best and rarest at all times of
everything . . .

"And love, our family way of loving! You know what Uncle John was.
And Brother Walcott was there, and Brother Edward, and all the
younger sisters save you and Sally away at school. And Aunt
Elizabeth, and Aunt Janet with her husband and all her children on
a visit. It was arms around, and perpetual endearings, and all
that I had missed for a weary twelvemonth. I was thirsty for it.
I was like a survivor from the open boat falling down on the sand
and lapping the fresh bubbling springs at the roots of the palms.

"And THEY came, riding up from Kawaihae, where they had landed from
the royal yacht, the whole glorious cavalcade of them, two by two,
flower-garlanded, young and happy, gay, on Parker Ranch horses,
thirty of them in the party, a hundred Parker Ranch cowboys and as