“Yesterday NOON! Didn't you eat no supper?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I—well, to be frank, because I hadn't the price. It took my last cent to pay my fare on that blessed steamer.”
“Great land of love! What time was it when you fell overboard?”
“Oh, I don't know. Two o'clock, perhaps.”
“Two o'clock! What was you doin' up at two o'clock? Why wasn't you in your stateroom asleep?”
“I hadn't any stateroom. Staterooms cost money.”
“My soul! And you swum three hours on an empty stomach?”
“Not altogether. Part of it on my back. But, if you'll excuse familiarity on short acquaintance, those things you're cooking smell good to me.”