Spoiler : "The woman was stringing scarlet wiliwili seeds into a barbaric necklace. The man was idly looking through a basket of unmounted photographic prints. The drooping branches of the Hau tree shut out the glare of the late-afternoon sun, and the fluttering leaves were backgrounded by a purple-blue horizon, from which long lines of white surf came rolling in, curling nearer and nearer, until they washed softly up the sand to the line of rocks. The man continued to toss the prints over idly. Suddenly he stopped and bent forward. He bent forward over one of them. His expression was at first one of amazement, [is] changed into fear, and then disbelief illumined his face as he turned to the woman. 'Where did you get this one?' This is a true story. I shall not name the person who recounted it to me. I have no proof of its authenticity. I merely offer it to you as something quiet unbelievable, and yet, it happened. Hawaii. Under the Hau Tree."