“I’m sure I can’t say, but as I remember, it seems to me that the varnish-like glaze–”
“Silica? Say, that would cut meat. But where in–where in hades are the bamboos?”
“I’m sure I can’t say. Only I remember that I have seen them in other tropical places, you know.”
“Meantime I prefer cocoanuts, until we have a fire to broil our steaks,” remarked Miss Leslie.
“Ditto, Miss Jenny, long’s we have the nuts and no meat. I’m a vegetarian now–but maybe my mouth ain’t watering for something else. Look at all those chops and roasts and stews running around out there!”
“They are making for the grass,” observed Winthrope. “Hadn’t we better start?”
“Nuts won’t weigh so much without the shells. We’ll eat right here.”
There were only a few nuts left. They were drained and cracked and scooped out, one after another. The last chanced to break evenly across the middle.
“Hello,” said Blake, “the lower part of this will do for a bowl, Miss Jenny. When you’ve eaten the cream, put it in your pocket. Say, Win, have you got the bottle and keys and–”
“All safe–everything.”