Atavar, the Dream Dancer

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What more could one want than we have before us?'' With a sweep of the arm Kennedy included the gloriously moonlit heaven, the wide expanse of ever-restless sea, and all about the fragrant perfume of roses blended with the night smell of sod beneath us and the whiff of salt from the sea. In my easy beach chair I lolled back, stretched my legs indolently, shifted my pipe, then plunged my hands into my pockets as I grinned at Craig. '‘A girl,'' I shot back tersely. Craig laughed. He drew back one arm in a feint as if he would knock me for a sea-goal, then laughed again. 'Well, I think I could be happier, too, with a case to think about.’' ‘'A case of what? There’s enough of everything here in the Bahamas—at the right price, too! . . . A case! Like a cow with a cud! . . .You should have brought a crime along—to chew on!” I paused and surveyed what the sweep of his arm had indicated. '‘Craig, it is great! The night seems so quiet and peaceful—almost as if nothing could disturb its placidity. You would scarcely think that gentle rolling surface of water under the moon could be the same whose towering waves washed our deck in the storm when we were coming down.”