.."
"It _is_ all right," said Mr. Mortimer, re-appearing suddenly. "I
saw a couple of stewards and they both said it was all right. So it's
all right."
"Splendid," said the girl. "Oh, Bream!"
"Hello?"
"Do be an angel and run along to my stateroom and see if Pinky-Boodles
is quite comfortable."
"Bound to be."
"Yes. But do go. He may be feeling lonely. Chirrup to him a little."
"Chirrup?"
"Yes, to cheer him up."
"Oh, all right."
"Run along!"
Mr. Mortimer ran along. He had the air of one who feels that he only
needs a peaked cap and a uniform two sizes too small for him to be a
properly equipped messenger boy.
"And, as Bream was saying," resumed the girl, "you might have been left
behind."
"That," said Sam, edging a step closer, "was the thought that tortured
me, the thought that a friendship so delightfully begun...."
"But it hadn't begun. We have never spoken to each other before now."
"Have you forgotten? On the dock...."
Sudden enlightenment came into her eyes.
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