Looking smilingly over her shoulder at the astonished baseball catcher, she said:
"I wish you would not stand in that ridiculous attitude, but come and accompany me to the breakfast table. As I told you, I am very hungry."
The steamer gave a lurch that nearly precipitated Morris down the stairway, and the next moment he was by her side.
"Are you fond of baseball?" she said to him.
"You should see me in the park when our side makes a home run. Do you like the game?"
"I never saw a game in my life."
"What! you an American girl, and never saw a game of baseball? Why, I am astonished."
"I did not say that I was an American girl."
"Oh, that's a fact. I took you for one, however."
They were both of them so intent on their conversation in walking up the narrow way between the long table and the short ones, that neither of them noticed the handsome blond young lady standing beside her chair looking at them. It was only when that young lady said, "Why, Mr. Morris, is this you?" and when that gentleman jumped as if a cannon had been fired beside him, that either of them noticed their fair fellow-traveler.
"Y—es," stammered Morris, "it is!"
