“It’s just another trip for me,” Sparky laughed low. “But if you get a kick out of it, that’s just fine.”
“Get a kick out of it!” she exclaimed. “Of course I will. If the time ever comes when I no longer get a kick out of things, I’ll be ready to die.”
“Guess you’re right at that,” Sparky agreed. “But then, what’s a thrill to you may be just another headache for someone else. I, too, have my big moments.”
“Let me know when you have one?” she asked.
“I might, at that,” he agreed.
“There’s a good little hotel run just for American women at Natal,” he said. “Run by an old lady called Aunt Polly.”
“Aunt Polly—sounds like a parrot,” Mary laughed.
“She’s got one, too,” said Sparky. “She keeps a nice place. I’ll run over there soon’s we land.
“Set your alarm, for I’ll be after you at two A.M. We’ll not sleep going over so don’t lie awake thinking. Hit the pillow fast and hard. That’s my motto.”
“Fast and hard it shall be,” Mary agreed.