'Piggy' suggested
'Pork', but 'Pork' isn't a name. 'Pork' suggested 'Beans'. And once
more behold the survival of the fittest."
Desire laughed.
The professor listened to her laugh with a strained expression which
relaxed when no words followed it.
"I was afraid," he admitted penitently, "that you might want to know
why 'Pork' is not as much a name as 'Beans'."
"But--it isn't."
"Quite so. Only you are the first member of your delightful sex who
has ever perceived it. You are a perceptive person, Mrs. Spence."
It was the fourth day of their Business Honeymoon. Four days ago
they had landed from the cheerful little coast steamer whose
chattering load of summer campers they had left behind on the route.
For four sun-bright days and dew-sweet nights they had found
themselves .sole possessors of a bay so lovely that it seemed to
have emerged bodily from a green and opal dream.
"'Friendly Bay,' they calls it," a genial deckhand told them,
grinning. "But you folks will be the only friends anywheres about.
There's a sort of farm across the point, though, and maybe you could
hit the trail by climbing, if you get too fed up with the scenery."
"Oh, we shan't want any Compaq," said the new Mrs. Spence
innocently--a remark so disappointing in its unembarrassed frankness
that the deck-hand lost interest and decided that they were "just
relations" after all.
They had carried their camp with them, and, from where they now sat,
they could see its canvas gleaming ivory white against its
background of green.
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