Mr. Harris.

But Mr. Harris merely blinked behind his glasses.

"Yes, yes, to be sure," he agreed. "Pork _is_ tricky diet in such
weather as we're having!"



IV.

Half an hour later, having detached himself gently from his escort,
Mr. Harris wandered back to the upper deck. It appeared to be
deserted; and Mr. Harris, unfolding his umbrella against the sun's
rays, wandered at will.

In the waist of the vessel, on the port side, he came upon a dais and
a baize-covered table with an awning rigged over them; and upon the
ship's Schoolmaster, who was busily engaged in arranging the
prize-books.

"Good afternoon, sir!" The Schoolmaster, affecting to be busy and
polite at the same time, picked out a book and held it up to view.
"_Smiles on Self Help_," he announced.

"You don't say so!" answered Mr. Harris, halting. "But--I mean--they
can't very well, can they?"

"_Eric, or Little by Little_, by the late Archdeacon Farrar.
My choice, sir: some light, you see, and others solid, but all _pure_