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-"I like to sell you one little piece land," Mauu said one day. "Out in Vaiiti, fine district, fifty-two kilometres away. Plenty orange, banana, breadfruit, everyt'ing; and a nice little native house on the beach. All the same paradise. I take one t'ousand francs. I need the money too much."
Mauu always needed money, though he had a flourishing business, for, day in, day out, his kitchen and the long table for natives on the south verandah were crowded with relatives. For each paying guest that dined at the Tiaré there were surely three free ones. Fetii, they were called in Tahitian: relatives, and more than relatives, for a native considered the third cousin of his adopted child's uncle a blood relative deserving as much consideration as his own brother. So Mauu had plenty of relatives, and always he was short of money.