Near day she came to her mind again, and returned to the house. It was even as the old man said - Keawe slumbered like a child. Kokua stood and gazed upon his face.
"Now, my husband," said she, "it is your turn to sleep. When you wake it will be your turn to sing and laugh. But for poor Kokua, alas! that meant no evil - for poor Kokua no more sleep, no more singing, no more delight, whether in earth or heaven."
With that she lay down in the bed by his side, and her misery was so extreme that she fell in a deep slumber instantly.
Late in the morning her husband woke her and gave her the good news. It seemed he was silly with delight, for he paid no heed to her distress, ill though she dissembled it. The words stuck in her mouth, it mattered not; Keawe did the speaking. She ate not a bite
