"Oh, dear!" she cried. "I must rush. But we shall see one another again
up here afterwards?"
"We will," said Sam.
"We'll sit and read Tennyson."
"Fine! Er--you and I and Mortimer?"
"Oh, no, Bream is going to sit down below and look after poor Pinky."
"Does he--does he know he is?"
"Not yet," said Billie. "I'm going to tell him at lunch."
CHAPTER FOUR
It was the fourth morning of the voyage. Of course, when this story is
done in the movies they won't be satisfied with a bald statement like
that; they will have a Spoken Title or a Cut-Back Sub-Caption or
whatever they call the thing in the low dens where motion-picture
scenario-lizards do their dark work, which will run:--
AND SO, CALM AND GOLDEN, THE DAYS WENT
BY, EACH FRAUGHT WITH HOPE AND YOUTH
AND SWEETNESS, LINKING TWO YOUNG
HEARTS IN SILKEN FETTERS FORGED BY THE
LAUGHING LOVE-GOD.
and the males in the audience will shift their chewing gum to the other
cheek and take a firmer grip of their companions' hands and the man at
the piano will play "Everybody wants a key to my cellar" or something
equally appropriate, very soulfully and slowly, with a wistful eye on
the half-smoked cigarette which he has parked on the lowest octave and
intends finishing as soon as the picture is over.
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