So they looked for a tent to save accommodation charges, collected pots and pans, potatoes, a lantern, mattresses and blankets, then waited for a free ride on a sheep truck bound for Gisborne.

When they reached Gisborne, they went to set up their tent on the beach just like campers, then they made their way to Wattie's.

“Kato, you go first. You don't look very old, and your hair is not as white as mine.”

When they reached the office, the clerk asked for their names and whether they required uniforms. He said, “You can start work straight away if you want to.”

“Oh yes, that's what we would like to do, thank you very much.”

At the end of the day, while clocking out, they met widows, pensioners older than themselves, young men and girls, many of whom knew them.

At the end of the week, both kuias had broad smiles when they looked at their wages. Mere said, “Kato, this man must have the love of Jesus Christ in him because he does not pick and choose his workers. He must know, too, that most of the seasonal workers would be widows and pensioners who need help in these months. God bless you Mr Wattie, the true friend indeed of the needy!”