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〃A policeman？〃 He lifted his bushy eyebrows。
〃Yes； it amounts to that。 It's not being done openly； of course。 Grace writes that John Quincy has six weeks' vacation from the banking house； and has decided to make the trip out here。 'It will give you some one to e home with； my dear；' says Grace。 Isn't she subtle？〃
〃John Quincy Winterslip？ That would be Grace's son。〃
Miss Minerva nodded。 〃You never met him； did you； Dan？ Well； you will； shortly。 And he certainly won't approve of you。〃
〃Why not？〃 Dan Winterslip bristled。
〃Because he's proper。 He's a dear boy； but oh； so proper。 This journey is going to be a great cross for him。 He'll start disapproving as he passes Albany； and think of the long weary miles of disapproval he'll have to endure after that。〃
〃Oh； I don't know。 He's a Winterslip； isn't he？〃
〃He is。 But the gypsy strain missed him pletely。 He's a Puritan。〃
〃Poor boy。〃 Dan Winterslip moved toward the tray on which stood the amber…colored drinks。 〃I suppose he'll stop with Roger in San Francisco。 Write him there and tell him I want him to make this house his home while he's in Honolulu。〃
〃That's kind of you； Dan。〃
〃Not at all。 I like youth around me … even the Puritan brand。 Now that you're going to be apprehended and taken back to civilization； you'd better have one of these cocktails。〃
〃Well；〃 said his guest； 〃I'm about to exhibit what my brother used to call true Harvard indifference。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 asked Winterslip。
〃I don't mind if I do；〃 twinkled Miss Minerva； lifting a cocktail glass。
Dan Winterslip beamed upon her。 〃You're a good sport； Minerva；〃 he remarked； as he escorted her across the hall。
〃When in Rome；〃 she answered； 〃I make it a point not to do as the Bostonians do。 I fear it would prove a rather thorny path to popularity。〃
〃Precisely。〃
〃Besides； I shall be back in Boston soon。 Tramping about to art exhibits and Lowell Lectures； and gradually congealing into senility。〃
But she was not in Boston now； she reflected； as she sat down at the gleaming table in the dining…room。 Before her； properly iced； was a generous slice of papaia； golden yellow and inviting。 Somewhere beyond the foliage outside the screens； the ocean murmured restlessly。 The dinner would be perfect； she knew； the Island beef dry and stringy； perhaps； but the fruits and the salad more than atoning。
〃Do you expect Barbara soon？〃 she inquired presently。
Dan Winterslip's face lighted like the beach at sunrise。 〃Yes； Barbara has graduated。 She'll be along any day now。 Nice if she and your perfect nephew should hit on the same boat。〃
〃Nice for John Quincy； at any rate；〃 Miss Minerva replied。 〃We thought Barbara a lively； charming girl when she visited us in the East。〃
〃She's all of that；〃 he agreed proudly。 His daughter was his dearest possession。 〃I tell you； I've missed her。 I've been mighty lonesome。〃
Miss Minerva gave him a shrewd look。 〃Yes； I've heard rumors；〃 she remarked； 〃about how lonesome you've been。〃
He flushed under his tan。 〃Amos； I suppose？〃
〃Oh； not only Amos。 A great deal of talk； Dan。 Really； at your age …〃
〃What do you mean； my age？ I told you we're all young out here。〃 He ate in silence for a moment。 〃You're a good sport … I said it and I meant it。 You must understand that here in the Islands a man may behave a … a bit differently than he would in the Back Bay。〃
〃At that；〃 she smiled； 〃all men in the Back Bay are not to be trusted。 I'm not presuming to rebuke you； Dan。 But … for Barbara's sake … why not select as the object of your devotion a woman you could marry？〃
〃I could marry this one … if we're talking about the same woman。〃
〃The one I refer to；〃 Miss Minerva replied； 〃is known； rather widely； as the Widow of Waikiki。〃
〃This place is a hotbed of gossip。 Arlene pton is perfectly respectable。〃
〃A former chorus girl I believe。〃
〃Not precisely。 An actress … small parts … before she married Lieutenant pton。〃
〃And a self…made widow。〃
〃Just what do you mean by that？〃 he flared。 His gray eyes glittered。
〃I understand that when her husband's aeroplane crashed on Diamond Head； it was because he preferred it that way。 She had driven him to it。〃
〃Lies； all lies！〃 Dan Winterslip cried。 〃Pardon me； Minerva； but you mustn't believe all you hear on the beach。〃 He was silent for a moment。 〃What would you say if I told you I proposed to marry this woman？〃
〃I'm afraid I'd bee rather bromidic；〃 she answered gently； 〃and remind you that there's no fool like an old fool。〃 He did not speak。 〃Forgive me； Dan。 I'm your first cousin； but a distant relative for all that。 It's really none of my business。 I wouldn't care … but I like you。 And I'm thinking of Barbara …〃
He bowed his head。 〃I know；〃 he said； 〃Barbara。 Well； there's no need to get excited。 I haven't said anything to Arlene about marriage。 Not yet。〃
Miss Minerva smiled。 〃You know； as I get on in years；〃 she remarked； 〃so many wise old saws begin to strike me as utter nonsense。 Particularly that one I just quoted。〃 He looked at her； his eyes friendly again。 〃This is the best avocado I ever tasted；〃 she added。 〃But tell me； Dan； are you sure the mango is a food？ Seems more like a spring tonic to me。〃
By the time they finished dinner the topic of Arlene pton was forgotten and Dan had pletely regained his good nature。 They had coffee on his veranda … or； in Island parlance； lanai … which opened off one end of the living…room。 This was of generous size； screened on three sides and stretching far down on to the white beach。 Outside the brief tropic dusk dimmed the bright colors of Waikiki。
〃No breeze stirring；〃 said Miss Minerva。
〃The trades have died；〃 Dan answered。 He referred to the beneficent winds which … save at rare； unfortable intervals … blow across the Islands out of the cool northeast。 〃I'm afraid we're in for a stretch of Kona weather。〃
〃I hope not；〃 Miss Minerva said。
〃It saps the life right out of me nowadays；〃 he told her； and sank into a chair。 〃That about being young； Minerva … it's a little bluff I'm fond of。〃
She smiled gently。 〃Even youth finds the Kona hard to endure；〃 she forted。 〃I remember when I was here before … in the 'eighties。 I was only nineteen； but the memory of the sick wind lingers still。〃
〃I missed you then； Minerva。〃
〃Yes。 You were off somewhere in the South Seas。〃
〃But I heard about you when I came back。 That you were tall and blonde and lovely； and nowhere near so prim as they feared you were going to be。 A wonderful figure； they said … but you've got that yet。〃
She flushed； but smiled still。 〃Hush； Dan。 We don't talk that way where I e from。〃
〃The 'eighties；〃 he sighed。 〃Hawaii was Hawaii then。 Unspoiled； a land of opera bouffe； with old Kalakaua sitting on his golden throne。〃
〃I remember him；〃 Miss Minerva said。 〃Grand parties at the palace。 And the afternoons when he sat with his disreputable friends on the royal lanai； and the Royal Hawaiian Band played at his feet； and he haughtily tossed them royal pennies。 It was such a colorful； naive spot then； Dan。〃
〃It's been ruined；〃 he plained sadly。 〃Too much aping of the mainland。 Too much of your damned mechanical civilization … automobiles； phonographs； radios … bah！ And yet … and yet； Minerva … away down underneath there are deep dark waters flowing still。〃
She nodded； and they sat for a moment busy with their memories。 Presently Dan Winterslip snapped on a small reading light at his side。 〃I'll just glance at the evening paper； if you don't mind。〃
〃Oh； do；〃 urged Miss Minerva。
She was glad of a moment without talk。 For this； after all； was the time she loved Waikiki best。 So brief； this tropic dusk； so quick the ing of the soft alluring night。 The carpet of the waters； apple…green by day； crimson and gold at sunset； was a deep purple now。 On top of that extinct volcano called Diamond Head a yellow eye was winking； as though to hint there might still be fire beneath。 Three miles down； the harbor lights began to twinkle； and out toward the reef the lanterns of Japanese sampans glowed intermittently。 Beyond； in the roadstead； loomed the battered hulk of an old brig slowly moving toward the channel entrance。 Always； out there； a ship or two； in from the East with a cargo of spice or tea or ivory； or eastward bound with a load of tractor salesmen。 Ships of all sorts； the spic and span liner and the rakish tramp； ships from Melbourne and Seattle； New York and Yokohama； Tahiti and Rio； any port on the seven seas。 For this was Honolulu； the Crossroads of the Pacific … the glamorous crossroads where； they said； in time all paths crossed again。 Miss Minerva sighed。
She was conscious of a quick movement on Dan's part。 She turned and looked at him。 He had laid the paper on his knee； and was staring straight ahead。 That bluff about being young … no good now。 For his face was old； old。
〃Why； Dan …〃 she said。
〃I … I'm wondering； Minerva；〃 he began slowly。 〃Tell me again about that nephew of yours。〃
She was surprised； but hid it。 〃John Quincy？〃 she said。 〃He's just the usual thing； for Boston。 Conventional。 His whole life has been planned for him； from the cradle to the grave。 So far he's walked the line。 The inevitable preparatory school； Harvard；