hat I am different from the women you have known, and treat me
accordingly? You surely ought to know I am different. I sailed my own
schooner here--skipper, if you please. I came here to make my living.
You know that; I've told you often enough. It was Dad's plan, and I'm
carrying it out, just as you are trying to carry out your Hughie's plan.
Dad started to sail and sail until he could find the proper islands for
planting. He died, and I sailed and sailed until I arrived here.
Well,"--she shrugged her shoulders--"the schooner is at the bottom of the
sea. I can't sail any farther, therefore I remain here. And a planter I
shall certainly be."

"You see--" he began.

"I haven't got to the point," she interrupted. "Looking back on my
conduct from the moment I first set foot on your beach, I can see no
false pretence that I have made about myself or my intentions. I was my
natural self to you from the first. I told you my plans; and yet you sit
there and calmly tell me that you don't know whether I really intend to
become a planter, or whether it is all obstinacy and pretence. Now let
me assure you, for the last time, that I really and truly shall become a
planter, thanks to you, or in spite of you. Do you want me for a
partner?"

"But do you realize that I would be looked upon as the most foolish
jackanapes in the South Seas if I took a young girl like you in with me
here on Berande?" he asked.

"No; decidedly not. But there you are again, worrying about what idiots
and the generally evil-minded will think of you. I should have thought
you had learned self-reliance on Berande, instead of needing to lean upon
the moral support of every whisky-guzzling worthless South Sea vagabond."

He smiled, and said,--

"Yes, that is the worst of it. You are unanswerable. Yours is the logic
of youth, and no man can answer that. The facts of life can, but they
have no place in the logic of youth. Youth must try to live according to
its logic. That is the only way to learn better."

"There is no harm in trying?" she interjected.

"But there is. That is the very point. The facts always smash youth's
logic, and they usually smash youth's heart, too. It's like platonic
friendships and . . . and all such things; they are all right in theory,
but they won't work in practice. I used to believe in such things once.
That is why I am here in the Solomons at present."

Joan was impatient. He saw that she could not u