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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 />

8<br />

“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?”

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