The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
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“That’s good.”<br />
“But you’re not!”<br />
“No?”<br />
“No!”<br />
“Oh!”<br />
Silence fell. Sam was feeling hurt and bewildered.<br />
He could not understand her mood. He had come up<br />
expecting to be soo<strong>the</strong>d and comforted and she was<br />
like a petulant iceberg. Cynically, he recalled some lines<br />
of poetry which he had had to write out a hundred<br />
times <strong>on</strong> <strong>on</strong>e occasi<strong>on</strong> at school as a punishment for<br />
having introduced a white mouse into chapel.<br />
“Oh, woman, in our hours of ease,<br />
Un-something, something, something, please.<br />
When tiddly-umpty umpty brow,<br />
A something something something thou!”<br />
He had forgotten <strong>the</strong> exact words, but <strong>the</strong> gist of it<br />
had been that Woman, however she might treat a man<br />
in times of prosperity, could be relied <strong>on</strong> to rally round<br />
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and do <strong>the</strong> right thing when he was in trouble. How<br />
little <strong>the</strong> poet had known woman.<br />
“Why not?” he said huffily.<br />
She gave a little sob.<br />
“I put you <strong>on</strong> a pedestal and I find you have feet of<br />
clay. You have blurred <strong>the</strong> image which I formed of<br />
you. I can never think of you again without picturing<br />
you as you stood in that salo<strong>on</strong>, stammering and helpless<br />
….”<br />
“Well, what can you do when your pianist runs out<br />
<strong>on</strong> you?”<br />
“You could have d<strong>on</strong>e something!” <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> words she had<br />
spoken <strong>on</strong>ly yesterday to Jane Hubbard came back to<br />
her. “I can’t forgive a man for looking ridiculous. Oh,<br />
what, what,” she cried, “induced you to try to give an<br />
imitati<strong>on</strong> of Bert Williams?”<br />
Sam started, stung to <strong>the</strong> quick.<br />
“It wasn’t Bert Williams. It was Frank Tinney!”<br />
“Well, how was I to know?”<br />
“I did my best,” said Sam sullenly.<br />
“That is <strong>the</strong> awful thought.”