"You look quite different upside down," he volunteered.
"How, Les?"
"Oh—I don't know. Your eyes look so funny!"
"Yours do, too!"
He thrust a sun-browned arm over his eyes and crossed his legs. It was she who now gazed off over the blazing waves. Not exactly a classic tableau. You would never mistake them for Romeo and Juliet. And yet our little ubiquitous friend Eros viewed the picture not without a smouldering, an incipient satisfaction.
Louise came out of the living room door on to the porch. She could see Hilda's head and shoulders, and she crossed over to the screen door at the top of the flight. Hilda looked round quickly.
"Oh, hello, Lou!"
Louise nodded, and made motions of salutation with her lips. There was no sound, however. She cleared her throat—tried to smile.
Leslie drew himself hurriedly into a more dignified posture. "Hello," he smiled, rising a trifle uneasily.
"Just see how many we got!" cried Hilda, jumping up and gathering the roasting sticks in her arms.