“That,” said Johnny quite suddenly, “will do. Here’s hoping you never find them. I like girls with arms strong as a man’s, who can hike ten miles and who mostly wear khaki knickers.”
“And yet,” he set the gleam of his flashlight measuring her up and down, “if that’s what spells happiness for you, you should have all your dresses and wear them too.”
“I suppose,” he added, “that you also want a fur coat.”
“No,” she said, in sudden anger. “I don’t. I want a midnight blue cape with an Alaskan white fox collar.”
“That,” said Johnny at once sorry for his caustic remarks, “shows your good taste. I’ve been in Alaska. Know real fur when I see it. And like it as well as you. Here,” he said, putting out a hand, “is wishing you best of luck and happiness! Everyone in the world has a right to happiness.”
“I say!” he exclaimed after a brief silence. “How’d you like some lunch?”
“Fine! Please serve it at once,” laughed Doris.
“No fooling. Pockets full of good, ripe bananas.”
He began digging into his pockets. In the end, he brought out three; quite a little feast.
After the first wild burst that came like a flood, the rain settled down to a steady, monotonous patter—patter—patter on the staunch canvas roof.