She was excited, alive to her very finger-tips, vibrant to the least sensation, quivering to the least impression.
"Let's get up here and sit down somewhere," said Condy, at length.
They left the beach and climbed up the slope of the hills, near a point where a long arm of land thrust out into the sea and shut off the wind; a path was there, and they followed it for a few yards, till they had come to a little amphitheatre surrounded with blackberry bushes.
Here they sat down, Blix settling herself on an old log with a little sigh of contentment, Condy stretching himself out, a new-lighted pipe in his teeth, his head resting on the little handbag he had persistently carried ever since morning.

Then Blix fell suddenly silent, and for a long time the two sat there without speaking, absorbed in the enjoyment of looking at the enormous green hills rolling down to the sea, the breakers thundering at the beach, the gashed pinnacles of rock, the vast reach of the Pacific, and the distant prospect of the old fort at the entrance of the Golden Gate.
"We might be a thousand miles away from the city, for all the looks of it, mightn't we, Condy ?" said Blix, after a while.

"And I'm that HUNGRY! It must be nearly noon." For answer, Condy sat up with profound gravity, and with a great air of nonchalance opened the handbag, and, instead of shoes took out, first, a pint bottle of claret, then "devilish" ham sandwiches in oiled paper, a bottle of stuffed olives, a great bag of salted almonds, two little tumblers, a paper-covered novel, and a mouth organ.
Blix fairly crowed with delight, clasping her hands upon her knees, and rocking to and fro where she sat upon the log.
"Oh, Condy, and you thought of a LUNCH--you said it was shoes--and you remembered I loved stuffed olives, too; and a book to read.

What is it--'The Seven Seas.' No, I never WAS so happy.

But the mouth organ--what's that for ?" "To play on.