Then, slowly, the change came over her, and the blood flooded into her face in the same amazing blush he had seen once before that day. Her cool, level-looking eyes were no longer level-looking nor cool, but warmly drooping and just unable to meet his, as she came toward him and nestled in the circle of his arms, saying softly, almost in a whisper,—
“I am ready, Dave.”
FOOTNOTES
[{1}] Eaten.
[{2}] Food.
[{3}] Mary—bêche-de-mer English for woman.
[{4}] Ngari-ngari—literally “scratch-scratch”—a vegetable skin-poisoning that, while not serious, is decidedly uncomfortable.
[{5}] Paddle