Several towns and things, here and there, have been named for Her Majesty already.
In these past few days we are plowing through a mighty Milky Way of islands.

They are so thick on the map that one would hardly expect to find room between them for a canoe; yet we seldom glimpse one.

Once we saw the dim bulk of a couple of them, far away, spectral and dreamy things; members of the Horne-Alofa and Fortuna.

On the larger one are two rival native kings--and they have a time together.

They are Catholics; so are their people.