My Native Servants. 
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of mats j ust under my youngster’s bed. About 
midnight I looked in and saw that two native 
children lay one on each side of her. I 
awakened her, and asked her what she meant, 
bringing native children in the bedroom. 
“ They are mine,” she said with a smile. 
“ Why,” I said, angrily, “ Captain Packenham 
said you had no children.” 
“ Only native children, sir. I be married 
again now. My husband comes here to-morrow 
to live with me. He is a good man and says 
he will help Moemoe to make bread for you.”) 
The next morning I engaged all the servants 
I wanted, but had a lot of opposition from the 
town councillors because I selected a washer¬ 
woman from Alofi, a rough carpenter from 
another coast village called Fatiau, and a second 
nurse, or rather nursemaid, from a bush town 
called Hakupu. She was quite a young thing, 
and promised faithfully never to let the little 
white girl out of her sight for a moment during 
her walks. Her name was E’eu. But, so as 
not to cause too much ill-feeling and jealousy 
among the Avatele people by the inclusion of 
too many strangers, the whole of the labourers, 
male and female, that it was necessary for me to 
