“What am I eating, Harilek? This pink stuff?”
“That’s a fish of our country.”
“But you said your country was ever so far away! How could you bring fish with you?”
“Oh, we seal it up in boxes, and it keeps for months and years. It tastes all right, doesn’t it?”
“Quite. But how very wonderful.”
“Not half as wonderful as finding some one like you here, just like our own people.”
“Am I like your women?”
“Yes, only nicer-looking than most.”
“Nice compliments, Harilek, considering the things I’m wearing. I know what I look like to-day. If you wanted to make pretty speeches, you shouldn’t have let the doctor give me the mirror. But I mean are your women fair like me? And what sort of clothes do they wear?”
“Don’t ask me. All sorts.”