The rescued one craned his head as far as he could.
"Too soon," she said, showing her brilliant teeth in the fire-light. She set the tin down, looked round, a little embarrassed, and stirred the fire, which didn't need it.
"Well"—he put his chin down under the rabbit-skin once more—"how goes the world, Princess?"
She flashed her quick smile again and nodded reassuringly. "You stay here now?"
"No; goin' up river."
"What for?" She spoke disapprovingly.
"Want to get an Orange Grove."
"Find him up river?"
"Hope so."
"I think I go, too"; and all the grave folk, sitting so close on the sleeping-bench, stretched their wide mouths wider still, smiling good-humouredly.