i awaked the following morning with a feeling of joyousness that penetrated to the very depths of my being, and as i remembered the cause for my happiness my eyes fell upon an extraordinary object standing on a table in my room. it was evidently a very slim canoe with a balance beam and sails. then my gaze encountered other unfamiliar objects scattered about: necklaces of shells strung on human hair, head-dresses of feathers, ornaments appertaining to a dark and primitive savagery; it was as if distant polynesia had come to me during my sleep. my brother, it seems had already begun to open his cases, and while i slept he had slipped noiselessly into my room and grouped around me these ornaments intended for my museum.

i jumped out of bed quickly so that i might go and find him, for i had scarcely seen him the evening before.