“I say, Yuki, there’s room for two in this hammock. Had it made on purpose.”

She continued her cherry-blowing without so much as making a reply, though one of her blue eyes looked at him sideways, and then solemnly blinked.

“What’s the matter, Yuki? Got the dumps again, eh?”

No reply.

“Look here, Mrs. Bigelow, I’ll come over and elope forcibly with you if you don’t obey me.”

She dimpled scornfully.

“Ah, that’s right! Smile, Yuki. You’re so pretty, so bewitching, so irresistible when you smile.”

Yuki nodded her head coolly.

“How you lige me smiling forever?” she suggested.

“That wouldn’t do,” he said, grinning at her from beneath his tipped hat.