Heavens and earth, Blix, we forgot the shrimps!" "No, NO! Sit down, I've got the shrimps.

Condy, you make me so nervous I shall scream in a minute." Some three-quarters of an hour later the train had set them down at San Bruno--nothing more than a road-house, the headquarters for duck-shooters and fishermen from the city.

However, Blix and Condy were the only visitors.

Everybody seemed to be especially nice to them on that wonderful morning.

Even the supercilious ticket-seller at the San Francisco depot had unbent, and wished them good luck.