She sprang to a window to whisper, “We have met the dawn.”
It was true. The sun, a red disk, rolled along the horizon. The sea and the sky were all ablaze with light.
“Sparky!” she exclaimed. “It’s wonderful!”
“Is it?” he asked sleepily. “Just another sunrise. That’s all it seems to be. But look, Mary, you’ve been a peach. I suppose I should apologize for being gruff with you back there when we were way up high.”
“Oh, no!” Mary exclaimed. “Don’t ever apologize. Your friends don’t demand it, your enemies don’t deserve it. Besides I never quarrel with people when they’re drunk.” A teasing smile played about the corners of her mouth.
“Who’s been drunk?” He shot her a quick look. “You think I’m crazy? I’m not a drinking man, but if I were, I’d be plain mad if I drank before a trip like this.”
“Oh! So you weren’t drunk?” She threw back her head for a good laugh. “You were all the same.”
“What!” Sparky seemed ready to leave the controls to crown her.
“Yes, you were drunk and so was I. I was happy and you were sad. That’s how people get when they are drunk.”
“Say, are you crazy?”