The next month was one of real effort. We had planned to go to Panama, and had our passage engaged; but when we broke the news to Tufik he turned quite pale.
"You go—away?" he said wistfully.
"Only for a month," Tish hastened to apologize. "You see, we—we are all very tired, and the Panama Canal—"
"Canal? I know not a canal."
"It is for ships—"
"You go there in a ship?"
"Yes. A canal is a—"
"You go far—in a ship—and I—I stay here?"
"Only for a month," Aggie broke in. "We will leave you enough money to live on; and perhaps when we come back you will have found something to do—"
"For a month," he said brokenly. "I have no friends, no Miss Tish, no Miss Liz, no Miss Pilk. I die!"