For the third time the ladies leapt, and the one next to her drew away her dress.
He showed his appreciation of her intelligence by nodding slowly.
"A nation must be fed," he said, "and empty fields will feed no one."
"Of course not," said Ingeborg.
"So that it is the chief element in all progress; for the root of progress flourishes only in a filled stomach."
The ladies began to fan themselves violently, nervously, one with The Daily Mirror the other with Answers.
"Of course," said Ingeborg.
"First," said the German gentleman, "you fill your stomach—"
The lady next to Ingeborg made a sudden lunge across her at the strap.
"Excuse me, but do you mind putting that window down?" she said in a sort of burst.