at the end of the voyage I will take care of you. Don't make any mistake about that. You understand me?"
"Yes, sir, I do," said the steward. "Thank you, sir."
"All right," replied Morris. "Now you understand that I want chutney, and chutney I am going to have."
Steward number one waited until steward number two had disappeared after another order, and then he deftly reached over, took the chutney sauce, and placed it before Mr. Morris.
"Now, Miss Earle, I hope that you will like this chutney sauce. You see there is some difficulty in getting it, and that of itself ought to be a strong recommendation for it."
"It is a little too hot to suit me," answered the young lady, trying the Indian sauce, "still, there is a pleasant flavor about it that I like."
"Oh, you are all right," said Morris jauntily; "you will be a victim of the chutney habit before two days. People who dislike it at first are its warmest advocates afterward. I use the word warmest without any allusion to the sauce itself, you know. I shall now try some myself."
As he looked round the table for the large bottle, he saw that it had been whisked away by steward
