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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twenty-five, and was now about six feet in height, about<br />
forty inches round <strong>the</strong> chest, and in weight about thirteen<br />
st<strong>on</strong>e. He had a brown and amiable face, marred<br />
at <strong>the</strong> moment by an expressi<strong>on</strong> of discomfort somewhat<br />
akin to that of a cat in a strange alley.<br />
“Hullo, Aunt Adeline!” he said awkwardly.<br />
“Well, Samuel!” said Mrs. Hignett.<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re was a pause. Mrs. Hignett, who was not f<strong>on</strong>d of<br />
young men and disliked having her mornings broken<br />
into, was thinking that he had not improved in <strong>the</strong> slightest<br />
degree since <strong>the</strong>ir last meeting; and Sam, who imagined<br />
that he had l<strong>on</strong>g since grown to man’s estate and<br />
put off childish things, was embarrassed to discover that<br />
his aunt still affected him as of old. That is to say, she<br />
made him feel as if he had omitted to shave and, in<br />
additi<strong>on</strong> to that, had swallowed some drug which had<br />
caused him to swell unpleasantly, particularly about <strong>the</strong><br />
hands and feet.<br />
“Jolly morning,” said Sam, perseveringly.<br />
“So I imagine. I have not yet been out.”<br />
“Thought I’d look in and see how you were.”<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Girl</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Boat</strong><br />
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“That was very kind of you. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> morning is my busy<br />
time, but … yes, that was very kind of you!”<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re was ano<strong>the</strong>r pause.<br />
“How do you like America?” said Sam.<br />
“I dislike it exceedingly.”<br />
“Yes? Well, of course, some people do. Prohibiti<strong>on</strong><br />
and all that. Pers<strong>on</strong>ally, it doesn’t affect me. I can take<br />
it or leave it al<strong>on</strong>e. I like America myself,” said Sam.<br />
“I’ve had a w<strong>on</strong>derful time. Everybody’s treated me<br />
like a rich uncle. I’ve been in Detroit, you know, and<br />
<strong>the</strong>y practically gave me <strong>the</strong> city and asked me if I’d<br />
like ano<strong>the</strong>r to take home in my pocket. Never saw<br />
anything like it. I might have been <strong>the</strong> missing heir! I<br />
think America’s <strong>the</strong> greatest inventi<strong>on</strong> <strong>on</strong> record.”<br />
“And what brought you to America?” said Mrs.<br />
Hignett, unmoved by this rhapsody.<br />
“Oh, I came over to play golf. In a tournament, you<br />
know.”<br />
“Surely at your age,” said Mrs. Hignett, disapprovingly,<br />
“you could be better occupied. Do you spend<br />
your whole time playing golf?”