rich, low laughter unmistakable anywhere in the world, and, following the sound, came upon a nook between two lifeboats where sat the elusive lady with Tinker.
She was anything but embarrassed. "I told you it needs two persons to enjoy this extraordinary man," she said gayly. "To believe what he tells me would need perhaps a thousand; but one more might be at least a little help. I insist that you join us."
"Sit down, sit down, young fellow," Tinker said cordially, and he waved his hand toward a folded camp-stool leaning against the white wall of the wireless operator's room near by. "I just been tellin' Mrs. Mummero some simple God's facts about a few things in my part o' the country, and she thinks I'm makin' 'em up. She don't know a thing about the United States; all she saw was just New York and Boston and Philadelphia and hardly anything to speak of, of them, nothing but a few hotel clerks and some pink teas. Well, she began to talk about how much of a place Paris is—she seems to think a good deal of Paris and some the other towns they got over in Europe;—but I told her she never in her life saw a real town yet, and she never will see one unless she
