tin of biscuits. She heated the plates and cups before the
fire, and as he withdrew his steak from the coals she set a
smoking hot platter before him and offered him the materials
for seasoning.

"You're a crack camper for sure," he declared. "Ah-h - does
that steak look fit for the gods, or not? How's the coffee?
Clear?"

"Perfect. And the steak looks as if it would melt in one's
mouth. Oh, isn't this fun? How glad I am I'm here and not at
that luncheon!" She consulted a tiny watch. "It's two
o'clock -they're sitting down," she exulted. "Martha has
waited half an hour for me and given me up, and she's
perfectly furious. I'm wicked enough to feel that that fact
is going to make this meal taste all the better!"

"Stolen steak and bread and butter eaten in secret have an
extra relish - no doubt of that. Here - this juicy bit is for
you to begin on. Set your teeth into it, partner! How's that
for food, I ask of you?"

Sitting on the ground opposite each other with the flat rock
between, they consumed this Arcadian banquet, eating with the
zest born of exertion and the open air, the sunshine and the
comradeship.

"Nothing has tasted quite so good to me in a year," said she
when the steak had vanished, dipping a white celery-heart in
salt and biting the end off with teeth still whiter.