"I thought I knew everyone in this country," said he. "How comes it that I do not know you?"
"I am Kokua, daughter of Kiano," said the girl, "and I have just returned from Oahu. Who are you?"
"I will tell you who I am in a little," said Keawe, dismounting from his horse, "but not now. For I have a thought in my mind, and if you knew who I was, you might have heard of me, and would not give me a true answer. But tell me, first of all, one thing: Are you married?"
At this Kokua laughed out aloud.
"It is you who ask questions," she said. "Are you married yourself?"
"Indeed, Kokua, I am not," replied Keawe, "and never thought to be until this hour. But here is the plain truth. I have met you here at the roadside, and I saw your eyes, which are like the stars, and my heart went to you as s
