"Well, I shall claim her to-morrow," he faltered out, taken aback by Felix's unexpected energy.

He paused for a second, then he went on more slowly: "To-morrow I will come with all my people to claim my bride.

This afternoon they will bring her mats of grass and necklets of nautilus shell to deck her for her wedding, as becomes Tu-Kila-Kila's chosen one.

The young maids of Boupari will adorn her for her lord, in the accustomed dress of Tu-Kila-Kila's wives.

They will clap their hands; they will sing the marriage song.