I'm ashamed before the company."
"Roody, the poor child!"
"He--that's the only way papa talks to me these days--fault-finding!"
"Now, now, Miss Bleema! Here--take mine; yours is all wet."
Another blast then, reverberating into the din.
"All aboard!"
"Good-by, Lester--good-by, darling--cable every day--by--good-by--boy!"
"Good-by, little Reddie! Thanks for the beautiful fruits and letters.
Good-by, Mr. Pelz!"
"Play fair in the picture, Spencer. Don't hog the scenes. Help instead
of hinder Sopinsky."
"Indeed I will, sir! Good-by, Mrs. Pelz!"
"Good-by, Lester! God bless you, my boy! Take care of yourself, and
remember my little girl is--"
"Lester--Lester, a cable every day!"
"Bleema, will you please let the man catch his boat? It's an
embarrassment to even watch you."
"Lester--Lester--"
"Yes, yes; good-by, everybody!"
"I'll be out at the pier-edge--wave back, darling!"
"Yes, yes! Good-by, Miss Beautiful! By, all!" And then, from an upper
deck, more and more shouted farewells.
"They're moving! Come, Mr. Feist--please--with me--I've got the
permit--don't let papa see us--come--the pier-edge!"
"Sure! This way, Miss Bleema--here--under--quick!"
Out in the open, May lay with Italian warmth over a harbor that kicked
up the tiniest of frills.
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