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It was night when the little Menehunes crept forth again, and all was still, Each heaved a wee sigh of relief when he had glanced carefully about and found no human being near, and then they climbed to the top of their huge, crumbling rock and sat there with their hands clasped about their knees, looking out across the velvet-black sea streaked with flickering lines leading toward great stars which swung in the indigo void above.
At last a Menehune spoke. "It was a wonderful little child," he said.
"Yes," said his brother softly, "it was a wonderful little child."
After a time the first one spoke again. "We must do something," he said. "I have a bad taste in my heart. I do not want to work—for
