"You look hungrier than me."
She bit off a piece, chewed it, shut her eyes and swallowed.
"Now you," she said with a shade of vindictiveness in her voice.
"You're not going to not have any."
William took a mouthful and shivered.
"I think it's gone bad," he said critically.
Peggy's rosy face had paled.
"I'm going home," she said suddenly.
"You can't go home on a desert island," said William severely.
"Well, I'm going to be rescued then," she said.
"I think I am, too," said William.
It was lunch time when William arrived at the boarding-house. Mr.
Percival Jones had moved his place so as to be nearer Ethel. He was
now convinced that she was possessed of every virtue his future
"spouse" could need. He conversed brightly and incessantly during the
meal. Mr. Brown grew restive.
"The man will drive me mad," he said afterwards. "Bleating away!
What's he bleating about anyway? Can't you stop him bleating, Ethel?
You seem to have influence. Bleat! Bleat! Bleat! Good Lord! And me
here for a _rest_ cure!"
At this point he was summoned to the telephone and returned
distraught.
"It's an unknown female," he said. "She says that a boy of the name of
William from this boarding-house has made her little girl sick by
forcing her to eat seaweed. She says it's brutal. Does anyone _know_
I'm here for a rest cure? Where is the boy? Good heavens! Where is the
boy?"
But William, like Peggy, had retired from the world for a space.
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