Then Blix fell
suddenly silent, and for a long time the two sat there without
speaking, absorbed in the enjoyment of looking at the enormous
green hills rolling down to the sea, the breakers thundering at
the beach, the gashed pinnacles of rock, the vast reach of the
Pacific, and the distant prospect of the old fort at the entrance
of the Golden Gate.
"We might be a thousand miles away from the city, for all the
looks of it, mightn't we, Condy?" said Blix, after a while. "And
I'm that HUNGRY! It must be nearly noon."
For answer, Condy sat up with profound gravity, and with a great
air of nonchalance opened the handbag, and, instead of shoes took
out, first, a pint bottle of claret, then "devilish" ham
sandwiches in oiled paper, a bottle of stuffed olives, a great bag
of salted almonds, two little tumblers, a paper-covered novel, and
a mouth organ.
Blix fairly crowed with delight, clasping her hands upon her
knees, and rocking to and fro where she sat upon the log.
"Oh, Condy, and you thought of a LUNCH--you said it was shoes--and
you remembered I loved stuffed olives, too; and a book to read.
What is it--'The Seven Seas.' No, I never WAS so happy. But the
mouth organ--what's that for?"
"To play on. What did you think--think it was a can-opener?"
Blix choked with merriment over his foolery, and Condy added
proudly:
"Look there! I made those sandwiches!"
They looked as though he had--great, fat chunks of bread, the
crust still on; the "devilish" ham in thick strata between; and,
positively, he had BUTTERED the bread.
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