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"I don't see them."

"You don't! There."

"Oh, yes. I believe I do, now. They're hard to make out against the sky."

"You think so? But they're lovely against it, aren't they? Or the blue sea."

"Is that why you choose snow-white pets?"

"Partly. But my frigate bird is black, of course.... I must take my fish home. Do you really want to go on to the Pari?"

"Not particularly."

"Then if you'll come to the house I'll get you some lunch. It's time, and you must be hungry. Didn't you mean to come to see us at all?"

"Why, yes, I suppose so... but, of course, your mother doesn't know me..."

"But you must have known that your friend, George, would speak to her about you? She was very sorry he had to go so soon. I feel that I know him, a little. I've helped my grandfather take care of his parents' graves. We'd better go now."

"You're sure your mother won't mind my coming unexpectedly?"

"She wouldn't, if she were at home. She's gone to Moorea, but my grandfather will make you welcome."

"I'll come with pleasure, then," said Hardie.