or three. Which would you prefer?"

"Don't make me laugh!" said Sam.

As they sat all together at supper with those of the box
party, but paying no attention to them whatsoever, Anita
Flagg sighed contentedly.

"There's only one thing," she said to Sam, "that is making me
unhappy; and because it is such sad news I haven't told you.

It is this: I am leaving America. I am going to spend the
winter in London. I sail next Wednesday."

"My business is to gather news," said Sam, but in all my life
I never gathered such good news as that."

"Good news!" exclaimed Anita.

"Because," explained Sam, "I am leaving, America--am
spending the winter in England. I am sailing on Wednesday.
No; I also am unhappy; but that is not what makes me
unhappy."

"Tell me," begged Anita.

"Some day," said Sam.

The day he chose to tell her was the first day they were at
sea--as they leaned upon the rail, watching Fire Island