No; Lady Arnold was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the aroma of fresh mulberry pies nor the now-familiar confines of Sunflower’s grass hut impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t there. Intellectually, she realized that Senator Telemachus, the unknown mysterious stranger with the large dog, had a full life in which he was prospecting for silver in the Andes, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one nigh-darkest girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet…
   Truly, it had been a most untamed day when father had brought him to her attention.
   Then, without any warning, a confused chorus of greetings from the courtyard shattered her composure into a million antediluvian pieces! She shut her eyes tight for one moment of silent prayer. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the chelonian, incarnadine and masculine face she had come to know so well! “Our love will outlast eternity,” he murmured while it dawned on her that her days of loneliness were over. “I need you, you who make my life complete!”
   Just then, as the glow of renewed love gradually overcame her mounting desire for dinner, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not enchanted. Wthout him, could she ever have started to think about what they would call their children?