Still he continued to twist them around--one under the
other--in an astonishing way, that made them fascinating. The head of
the chain--the pompous man--became ominously silent. At last I said,
almost sobbing, "Can't you see for yourself how funny all those things
are in front of us? They look like wings in their pin-feather
stage--only they are on the wrong side--and I am wondering if the
black stockings would make real black wings--and what some of us would
do with them, after all!" After that there was less pompous dignity
and less hysteria, although the toes continued to wigwag.
It is a sight that repays one to watch, when dozens of these
chains--some long, some short--are paddling about on the blue water
that is often without a ripple. It is impossible to drown, for sink in
it you cannot, but to get the brine in one's nose and throat is
dangerous, as it easily causes strangulation, particularly if the
person is at all nervous. We wear little bits of cotton in our ears to
prevent the water from getting in, for the crust of salt it would
leave might cause intense pain.
Bathing in water so salt makes one both hungry and sleepy, therefore
it is considered quite the correct thing to eat hot popcorn, and
snooze on the return trip. We get the popcorn at the pavilion, put up
in attractive little bags, and it is always crisp and delicious.
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