“Oh! So you saw me dig it out from its hiding place!” she accused him. “Aren’t you ashamed, spying on a lady while she tries on a new dress?”
“It wasn’t too shocking. Besides, you were just one more dusky maiden, and still are.” He touched her dark cheek.
“All that will change,” she replied soberly. Then recited:
Turn, turn my wheel.
All things must change.
The blue eggs in the robin’s nest
Will soon have wings and beak and breast and flutter and fly away.
“Robins and appleblossoms and home,” Jack murmured huskily. “Glorious thought! But I say! You’d better get that dog tag back on your neck, for we are once more on our way to war, and unless I miss my guess our next stop will be the Philippines.”
“Oh! The Philippines! Lead me to them!” she exclaimed, unsnapping the dog-tag chain from the monkey’s neck.
It was midafternoon by the time the natives had dragged Ted’s plane between towering rocks to a small, well-hidden cove where they might make needed repairs unmolested.