told all.

"This is a very strange affair," said Lopaka; "and I fear you will be in
trouble about this bottle. But there is one point very clear--that you
are sure of the trouble, and you had better have the profit in the
bargain. Make up your mind what you want with it; give the order, and if
it is done as you desire, I will buy the bottle myself; for I have an
idea of my own to get a schooner, and go trading through the islands."

"That is not my idea," said Keawe; "but to have a beautiful house and
garden on the Kona Coast, where I was born, the sun shining in at the
door, flowers in the garden, glass in the windows, pictures on the
walls, and toys and fine carpets on the tables, for all the world like
the house I was in this day--only a story higher, and with balconies
all about like the King's palace; and to live there without care and
make merry with my friends and relatives."

"Well," said Lopaka, "let us carry it back with us to Hawaii; and if all
comes true, as you suppose, I will buy the bottle, as I said, and ask a
schooner."

Upon that they were agreed, and it was not long before the ship returned
to Honolulu, carrying Keawe and Lopaka, and the bottle. They were scarce
come ashore when they met a friend upon the beach, who began at once to
condole with Keawe.

"I do not know what I am to be condoled about," said Keawe.

"Is it possible you have not heard," said the friend, "your uncle--hat
good old man--is dead, and your cousin -- that beautiful boy--was
drowned at sea?"

Keawe was filled with sorrow, and, beginning to weep and to lament, he
forgot about the bottle. But Lopaka was thinking to himself, and
presently, when Keawe's grief was a little abated, "I have been
thinking," said Lopaka. "Had not your uncle lands in Hawaii, in the
district of Kaue?"

"No," said Keawe, "not in Kaue; they are on the mountain-side--a little
way south of Hookena."

"These lands will now be yours?" asked Lopaka.

"And so they will," says Keawe, and began again to lament for his
relatives.

"No," said Lopaka, "do not lament at present. I have a thought in my
mind. How if this should be the doing of the bottle? For here is the
place ready for your house."

"If this be so," cried Keawe, "it is a very ill way to serve me by
killing my relatives. But it may be, indeed; for it was in just such a
station that I saw the house with my mind's eye."

"The house, however, is not yet built," said Lopaka.

"No, nor like