Yet after eating bread-fruit at the Eucharist, I knew several of them, the same night, to be guilty of some sad derelictions.
Puzzled by these things, I resolved to find out, if possible, what ideas, if any, they entertained of religion; but as one's spiritual concerns are rather delicate for a stranger to meddle with, I went to work as adroitly as I could.
Farnow, an old native who had recently retired from active pursuits, having thrown up the business of being a sort of running footman to the queen, had settled down in a snug little retreat, not fifty rods from Captain Bob's.

His selecting our vicinity for his residence may have been with some view to the advantages it afforded for introducing his three daughters into polite circles.

At any rate, not averse to receiving the attentions of so devoted a gallant as the doctor, the sisters (communicants, be it remembered) kindly extended to him free permission to visit them sociably whenever he pleased.
We dropped in one evening, and found the ladies at home.

My long friend engaged his favourites, the two younger girls, at the game of "Now," or hunting a stone under three piles of tappa.

For myself, I lounged on a mat with Ideea the eldest, dallying with her grass fan, and improving my knowledge of Tahitian.
The occasion was well adapted to my purpose, and I began.
"Ah, Ideea, mickonaree oee ?" the same as drawling out--"By the bye, Miss Ideea, do you belong to the church ?" "Yes, me mickonaree," was the reply.
But the assertion was at once qualified by certain, reservations; so curious that I cannot forbear their relation.
"Mickonaree ena" (church member here), exclaimed she, laying her hand upon her mouth, and a strong emphasis on the adverb.