“I wish I could go with you, Harvey,” said Tessa with a bright smile; “it would be like the old days in Ponapé, with you and my brothers. How long will you be away?”
“Perhaps two days. Will you come, Atkins?”
“Not me! The less salt water I see and the less rain-water I feel for another week the better I'll like it. Besides, I'm going to do a bit of carpentering work for Miss Remington. We may have to hang out here for a month before that Dutch schooner comes along, and I'm just going to set to work and make Miss Remington comfy. And if you had any sense, Harvey, you'd stay under shelter instead of trying to get another dose of shakes by going out and fooling around in a canoe.”
Harvey laughed. “There's no more fever for me, Atkins. I'm clear of it. That little boat trip of ours has knocked it clean out of my bones, and if you don't believe me, I'm willing to prove it by getting to the top of that coconut-tree outside there in ten seconds' quicker time than you can do it.”
The boat voyage had certainly done him good, and although he had by no means thoroughly recovered his strength, his cheeks had lost their yellow, haggard look, and his eyes were bright with returning health. Atkins, who knew that Tessa was to become his wife, looked first at him and then at her with sly humour twinkling in his honest grey eyes. Then he took his pipe out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.
“Well, I'll come back by and by. Two is company, and three is none. The sooner _I_ go, the better you'll like it, and the sooner _you_ go, Harvey, the sooner I can get to work;” and so saying he walked out.
Tessa's dark eyes danced with fun as she walked backwards from Harvey, and leaning against the thatched side of the house, put her finger to her lips. “What a _beautiful_ sensible man he is, isn't he, Harvey?”
“He's a man after my own heart, Tessa,” and then Maoni, who sat smoking a cigarette in a corner of the room, discreetly turned her back as certain sibilant sounds were frequently repeated for a minute or two.
“Harvey, you sinner,” she whispered, “I don't like you a bit. Really and truly I don't.... Now,_ now_, no more.... Maoni can hear you, I'm sure. The _idea_ of your going away for two days--two whole days--and marching calmly up to me and telling me of it in such a rude, matter-of-fact manner. You _are_ unkind.... _Don't_.... I don't like you, Harvey... I'll tell father that you went away and left me for two whole days--to go fishing and pig-shooting, and poor Mr. Atkins had to look after me, and... oh, Harvey, Harvey, isn't it lovely! Father will be so glad, and so will Carmela and Jack, and Librada and Ned. Harvey dear, I do hope your sisters will like me. Perhaps they will think I am only a native girl.... Oh, _do_ be careful, I can see Maoni's back shaking. She _knows_ you're kissing me, I'm sure.”