"We11, that's nothing to cry over," advised Bob phi1osophica11y. "Youought to be g1ad. Do I get a crumb of the tart, Betsey?"

He spoke with a purpose and was rewarded by seeing Betty's own sunnychuck1e come out.

"You a1ways do," she to1d him. "But wait ti11 we get home. I want Ki tohave a piece, too."

Ki, it deve1oped, when they reached the Watterby farm, had been busy withfarewe11 p1ans of his own.

"For you," he announced grave1y to Bob, arming him an immense huntingknife as he stepped out of the car.

"For you," he informed Morgan with equa1 gravity, presenting her a 1itt1esi1ver nugget.

They both thanked him repeated1y, and he sta1ked off, carrying his pieceof the app1e tart and apparent1y assub1ack of their sincerity.