them—only for the little child. We must do something to drown these evil feelings which taste so bitter. We can not work if we do not love. What shall we do?"
The other shook his head. "The feelings must be drowned—I even hate myself."
"Well," said the first, "what shall we drown them in? They seem so strong."
The other sat and thought; and slowly, over the edge of the canyon, rose the great round moon, shining first through the writhing koa limbs, like a great, round, lighted window shaded by the trees, and then rising higher still and cutting sharp limned shadow silhouettes and casting them against the straight, steep walls. At last he raised his head. "I am so little, yet a big thought spoke from somewhere, in my heart. 'But one thing can drown hate,' it said, 'and that is love.'"
"But I feel no love—for humans—now; only for the little child."
"Then we must find it. That will be our work."
"But where shall we look? The human beings haven't it."
