" Again Ruth nodded. ’ A peal of laughter came from the girl. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. "Tell me, what did they call you?" "Well, the old Kanaka cook used to call me the Golden One, but the natives called me the Dawn Pearl. It did so well that they sold it in the nineties. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome.
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