The New Hawaiian girl; a play. 
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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RALPH (puzzled).
I'm sure there's nothing in the world can beat it;
But--er--the language is a little queer;
I did not quite catch all the words, I fear;
Besides, I'm so distracted by your face.
 
GIRL (proudly).
That chant relates the conquests of my race.
Though I am poor, and hawk about these leis
To earn my bread, yet in the olden days
There was no prouder family on earth
Than mine.  But Polynesian pride of birth
Is quite beyond the white man's scope of brain,
And so perchance I speak to you in vain.
                             [Takes her flowers and starts to go.
 
RALPH (intercepting her)
Great Scott! but you are splendid when you're mad!
Now please don't go; I'm really not so bad;
I don't mean half I say.
 
GIRL (turning blazing eyes upon him).  
                                      Oh, all you men
Of pallid blood, again, and yet again
Have offered insults to our Island races.
I own we once were savage, and the traces

The New Hawaiian girl; a play. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Illus. by John Prendergast.
London, Gay & Hancock, 1910.
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