“Is it true,” inquired the priest, “that foreign women wear stockings above their ankles and of colored fabrics?”
Caswell made no reply for a moment. The girl was speaking.
“But you never told me what you did to win your medal,” she said.
“It is true,” said Caswell, in reply to the priest’s question.
“But I should like to know,” said the girl.
“I finally got up the courage to go out after the cocoanuts,” said the youth, “after I was good and hungry.”
“But what else?” said the girl.
“But that was all—on my word,” said the youth, and they fell to laughing again.
“It is a curious custom,” observed the priest, referring to the stockings.
“It is,” said Caswell, politely, “is it not? And now I must depart,” he added.