“Breakfast ready?” he called from the beach.
“Will be in a jiffy,” she answered without looking up. “How do you like your eggs?”
“Sunny side up, if it’s all the same to you.”
“O.K. Spread your wet clothes on the sand and come aboard.”
She was serving his eggs on a hot plate when Bill’s head appeared over the side.
“My, but that coffee smells good,” he cried, and swung himself aboard. “How did you manage to cook all that food!”
“Come to the table, and see what we’ve got.”
He sat down and inspected the various edibles, ticking them off on his fingers.
“Coffee, condensed milk, bread and butter, the ham-what-am, fried eggs, marmalade and maple syrup! Say, Dorothy, those guys certainly lived high. Some meal, this!”
Dorothy turned about from the stove, smiling. “And here’s what goes with the maple syrup!”