fornia stories" were being trotted out for his benefit. Some of these were so steep that Kenneth could not imagine any one taking them seriously; but the nearest the Englishman came to incredulity was an anxious inquiry or so.
"I say, you're not spoofing me now?"
Kenneth watched him narrowly in suspicion that his innocence might be only apparent.
"I'm English myself," said Ravenscroft at his elbow, disgustedly, "but this is really too much of a silly ass!"
"If they believe his book in England," observed Kenneth, "the score will be more than even."
"By Jove, I believe you're right," said Ravenscroft brightening, and looking at Kenneth with a new interest. "And I'll buy an edition and distribute it."
From that moment he took more part in the stuffing of Sir Edgar. Frank Moore was explaining that the size of California products was due to the alleged fact that a galvanic current running from the North Pole to South Pole—hence the compass—in California for the first time ran across the land.
"Unfortunately the rest of its course is beneath the sea," said Frank didactically. "You have no doubt noticed, Sir Edgar, the enormous proportions of our agricultural products—it is all due to the influence on the soil of this galvanic current."
"Jolly big strawberries for breakfast," murmured Sir Edgar. "Big as tomatoes, 'pon my word."
"Not as big as our tomato, pardon me," breathed Moore with exquisite courtesy. "But strawberrries are hardly fair, for they are to a large extent non-conductors."
"Non-conductors?" echoed Sir Edgar.
"Of galvanic current. Some things are better conductors of the current than others, and naturally they get more influence from it and attain to a larger size. Take our pumpkins, for example"
"Pumpkins?"
"A sort of squash. You know the ordinary size of squashes—well these pumpkins grow to such a size that it is quite customary to place a small pig or shoat inside. As he eats he grows, until he has attained his full size inside the pumpkin."
