Unlike the women of most warm races, those of Hawaii age well and nobly. With no pretence of make-up or cunning concealment of times inroads, the woman who sat under the hau tree might have been ftpermitted as much as fifty years by a judge competent anywhere over the world save in Hawaii. Yet her children and her grandchildren, and Roscoe Scandwell who had been her husband for forty years, knew that she was sixty-four and would be sixty-five come the next twenty-second day of June. But she did not look it, despite the fact that she thrust reading glasses on her ffnose as she read her magazine and took them off when her gaze desired to wander in the direction of the halfdozen children playing on the lawn.