CHAPTER VI.
ARMISTICE The young girl beside him had finished her guava, and now, idly swinging her tennis-bat, stood watching the games in the sunken courts below.
"Please don't consider me a burden," he said.

"I would be very glad to sit here and watch you play." "I have been playing, thank you." "But you won't let me interfere with anything that--" "No, Mr.Hamil, I won't let you interfere--with anything." She stood swinging her bat, apparently preoccupied with her own thoughts--like a very grave goddess, he thought, glancing at her askance--a very young goddess, immersed in celestial reverie far beyond mortal comprehension.
"Do you like guavas ?" she inquired.

And, closing her own question: "But you had better not until you are acclimated.

Do you feel _very_ sleepy, Mr.Hamil ?" "No, I don't," he said.
"Oh! You ought to conform to tradition.

There's a particularly alluring hammock on the veranda." "To get rid of me is it necessary to make me take a nap ?" he protested.
"So you refuse to go to sleep ?" "I certainly do." She sighed and tucked the tennis-bat under her left arm.