Euphemia looked at me an instant, and then her eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, dear!" she exclaimed, "it's dreadful! You know they couldn't do it. Your mind is giving way!"
She sobbed, and I could feel the tremor run through the pelican.
"What do you mean?" I cried, anxiously. "My mind giving way?"
"Yes—yes," she sobbed. "If you were in your right senses—you'd never think—that pelicans could bring a plank."
I looked at her in astonishment.
"Pelicans!" I exclaimed. "Did you think I meant the pelicans were coming back?"
"Of course," she said. "That's what I was asking you about."
"I wasn't thinking of pelicans at all," I answered "I was talking of the people in the yacht."
Euphemia looked at me, and then the little pelican between us began to shake violently as we laughed.