You don't want him to
see my girl make a cry baby of herself over a three weeks' trip--"
"You'll write, Lester, and cable every day?"
"You just know I will!"
"You won't go near the war?"
"You just know I won't!"
"You--"
"Your father, Bleema--let's not get him sore, hiding back here. Come;
they'll draw up the plank on me."
"I'll be waving out from the edge of the pier, darling. I've got a
special permit to go out there. I just couldn't stand not seeing my boy
up to the last second. It's terrible for you to sneak off on a boat like
this, darling, without flags and music the way it was before the war. I
want music and flags when my boy goes off. Oh, Lester, I'll be working
so hard on the sweetest little trousseau and the sweetest little--"
"Bleema, please! There's Miss Beautiful overhearing every word. Please!"
"Well, good-by, Miss Beautiful; don't walk off with the studio while
we're gone--take care of yourself--"
"Good-by--Mr. Spencer--_b-bon voyage_!"
"Hi, Mr. Feist, mighty handsome of you to come down to see me off!"
"Safe journey, Spencer! Remember you've got a precious piece of anxiety
waiting back here for you."
"Oh, Mr. Feist--isn't--isn't--it awful--submarine-time and all? I--I
just can't bear it!"
"Now! Now! Is that the way for a brave little girl to talk?"
"Bleema, if you can't control yourself, you had better go sit in the
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