"Honor to whom honor is due," quoted Cora.
"It was Inez who cooked the fish. It's in Spanish style."
"Good!" exclaimed Jack, as he flashed another look at Bess, with whom
he seemed to have some understanding. "Whatever style it is, I'm for
it. I don't care whether it has gores down the side, and plaits up
the middle, with frills around the ruffles, or whatever you call
them--it's good."
The others laughed, while Inez looked very much puzzled at Jack's
juggling of dressmaking terms.
"Is it zat I have put too much paprika on ze fith?" asked the Spanish
girl.
"No, Jack is just trying to be funny," explained Cora. "He thinks
it's great--don't you, Jack?"
"What, to be funny?"
"No, to eat the fish," said Walter.
There was more laughter. Little enough cause for it, perhaps, and
yet there seemed to come a sudden relaxation of the strain under
which they had all been laboring the last few days, and even a slight
excuse for merriment was welcomed.
So the meal went on, and a good one it was. The motor girls, from
having gone on many outings, and from having done much camping, were
able to cook to satisfy even the sea-ravenous appetites of two young
men, although Jack was not exactly "up to the mark."
Then, too, the novelty of shifting for themselves, after being used
to the rather indolent luxury of a tropical hotel, made a welcome
change to them.
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