As Tu-Kila-Kila entered, she lifted her large eyes, and, smiling, showed two even rows of pearly white teeth.

"My master has come!" she cried, holding up both lissome arms with a gesture to welcome him.

"The great god relaxes his care of the world for a while.
All goes on well.

He leaves his sun to sleep and his stars to shine, and he retires to rest on the unworthy bosom of her, his mate, his meat, that is honored to love him." Tu-Kila-Kila was scarcely just then in a mood for dalliance.

"The Queen of the Clouds comes hither to-morrow," he answered, casting a somewhat contemptuous glance at Ula's more dusky and solid charms.