in a half-circle to receive them. The young chief, Angadhohua, bowed
and touched his hat, and taking Coley's hand, held it, and whispered,
'We will always live together.'

'By and by we will talk about it,' was the answer; and they were
taken to a new house, belonging to one of the Samoans, built of lath
plastered and thatch, with one large room and a lesser one at each of
its angles. There the Bishop and Mr. Patteson sat on a chest, and
seventy or eighty men squatted on mats, John Cho and the native
teacher foremost. There was a five minutes' pause. Lifu was not yet
familiar to Coley, who spoke it less well than he had spoken German,
and John Cho said to him: 'Shall I tell them what you have said to me
formerly?'

He then explained that Mr. Patteson could only offer them a visit of
three or four months, and would then have the charge of lads from
'dark isles.'

Silence again; then Angadhohua asked: 'Cannot you stop always?'

'There are many difficulties which you cannot understand, which
prevent me. Would you like me to shut the door which God has opened
to so many dark lands?'

'No, no; but why not have the summer school here as well as the
winter?'

'Because it does the lads good to see New Zealand,, and because the
Bishop, who knows better than I do, thinks it right.'