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On
a
day
when
she
had
filled
her
brood
with
what
was
left
in
the
house
,
Maria
invested
her
last
fifteen
cents
in
a
gallon
of
cheap
wine
.
Martin
,
coming
into
her
kitchen
to
fetch
water
,
was
invited
to
sit
down
and
drink
.
He
drank
her
very
-
good
health
,
and
in
return
she
drank
his
.
Then
she
drank
to
prosperity
in
his
undertakings
,
and
he
drank
to
the
hope
that
James
Grant
would
show
up
and
pay
her
for
his
washing
.
James
Grant
was
a
journeymen
carpenter
who
did
not
always
pay
his
bills
and
who
owed
Maria
three
dollars
.
Both
Maria
and
Martin
drank
the
sour
new
wine
on
empty
stomachs
,
and
it
went
swiftly
to
their
heads
.
Utterly
differentiated
creatures
that
they
were
,
they
were
lonely
in
their
misery
,
and
though
the
misery
was
tacitly
ignored
,
it
was
the
bond
that
drew
them
together
.
Maria
was
amazed
to
learn
that
he
had
been
in
the
Azores
,
where
she
had
lived
until
she
was
eleven
.
She
was
doubly
amazed
that
he
had
been
in
the
Hawaiian
Islands
,
whither
she
had
migrated
from
the
Azores
with
her
people
.
But
her
amazement
passed
all
bounds
when
he
told
her
he
had
been
on
Maui
,
the
particular
island
whereon
she
had
attained
womanhood
and
married
.
Kahului
,
where
she
had
first
met
her
husband
,
—
he
,
Martin
,
had
been
there
twice
!
Yes
,
she
remembered
the
sugar
steamers
,
and
he
had
been
on
them
—
well
,
well
,
it
was
a
small
world
.
And
Wailuku
!
That
place
,
too
!
Did
he
know
the
head
-
luna
of
the
plantation
?
Yes
,
and
had
had
a
couple
of
drinks
with
him
.
And
so
they
reminiscenced
and
drowned
their
hunger
in
the
raw
,
sour
wine
.
To
Martin
the
future
did
not
seem
so
dim
.
Success
trembled
just
before
him
.
He
was
on
the
verge
of
clasping
it
.
Then
he
studied
the
deep
-
lined
face
of
the
toil
-
worn
woman
before
him
,
remembered
her
soups
and
loaves
of
new
baking
,
and
felt
spring
up
in
him
the
warmest
gratitude
and
philanthropy
.
"
Maria
,
"
he
exclaimed
suddenly
.
"
What
would
you
like
to
have
?
"
She
looked
at
him
,
bepuzzled
.
"
What
would
you
like
to
have
now
,
right
now
,
if
you
could
get
it
?
"
"
Shoe
alla
da
roun
’
for
da
childs
—
seven
pairs
da
shoe
.
"
"
You
shall
have
them
,
"
he
announced
,
while
she
nodded
her
head
gravely
.
"
But
I
mean
a
big
wish
,
something
big
that
you
want
.
"
Her
eyes
sparkled
good
-
naturedly
.
He
was
choosing
to
make
fun
with
her
,
Maria
,
with
whom
few
made
fun
these
days
.
"
Think
hard
,
"
he
cautioned
,
just
as
she
was
opening
her
mouth
to
speak
.
"
Alla
right
,
"
she
answered
.
"
I
thinka
da
hard
.
I
lika
da
house
,
dis
house
—
all
mine
,
no
paya
da
rent
,
seven
dollar
da
month
.
"
