back."

"Righto!"

Quickly they walked to the hotel and in five
minutes were seated beside a window in the dining-room,
watching the lazy roll of the sea sweep in on the sands
at low tide.

"I'm hungry as a wolf!" he whispered.

"So am I----"

"We'll eat everything in sight--start at the top
and come down."

He handed her the menu card and watched her from
the depths beneath the drooping eyelids.

Conscious of his gaze and rejoicing in its frank
admiration, she ordered the dinner with instinctive
good taste. No effort at conversation was made by
either. They were both too hungry. As Jim lighted his
cigarette when the coffee was served, he leaned back in
his chair and watched the breakers in silence.

"That's the best dinner I ever had in my life," he
said slowly.

"It was good. We were hungry."