George was staring at her with all his eyes. Never had he heard more lovely sounds than those that came from her lips.
“My daughter, Arabella,” said the Bishop.
She held out her hand. George touched it fearfully as though he dreaded lest she should melt away.
“I like you,” he said.
“I’m so hungry,” cried Arabella.
“I could eat an ox,” declared the Bishop.
George produced a kind of bread that he made from seeds, and the leg of a goat, and went off to the creek near by to fetch some clams. He also caught a crab and they had a very hearty breakfast, washed down with the milk of cocoanuts. The Bishop had explained the situation to Arabella, and she said:
“And am I really the first woman you have ever seen!”
“I had a mother,” replied George simply, “But she was not beautiful like you. She dressed differently and her legs were fat and strong.”
“There, there!” said the Bishop. But Arabella laughed merrily.