"Unless, of course, you have grown tired of my poor efforts." To my delight she never once looked toward the beach, and I maintained the banter with such success all unconsciously she sipped coffee from the china cup, ate fried evaporated potatoes, and spread marmalade on her biscuit.

But it could not last.

I saw the surprise that came over her.
She had discovered the china plate from which she was eating.

She looked over the breakfast, noting detail after detail.

Then she looked at me, and her face turned slowly toward the beach.
"Humphrey!" she said.
The old unnamable terror mounted into her eyes.
"Is--he ?" she quavered.
I nodded my head..