“Honolulu, on my way to Japan, I’ll meet a tall bearded stranger, sunburned, with the flame of the Orient in his eyes, and on his thin, cruel, sensual mouth — — ”

Arnold Hatch took off his glasses. Maxine stiffened. “Don’t you d — — ” But she was too late.

“There,” said Arnold, “he’ll have to have some beard, and some flame, and some thin, cruel, sensual mouth to make you forget that one.”

Maxine started, alone, against her mother’s remonstrances. After she’d picked out her boat she changed to another because she learned, at the last minute, that the first boat was an oil-burner. Being an inexperienced traveller she took a good many trunks and was