She never peeped when she got soaked
through--she just laughed and beat it like everything. And we
saw a lot of quaint English places along the road--got away from
all them tourists--trippers--you know."
A perfectly strange person, a heavy old man with horn spectacles
and a soft shirt, who had joined the group unbidden, cleared his
throat and interrupted:
"Is it not a strange paradox that in traveling, the most
observant of all pursuits, one should have to encounter the
eternal bourgeoisie!"
From the Cockney Greek chorus about the unlighted fire:
"Yes!"
"Everywhere."
"Uh--" began Mr. Gutch. He apparently had something to say.
But the chorus went on:
"And just as swelteringly monogamic in Port Said as in Brum."
"Yes, that's so."
"Mr. Wr-r-renn," thrilled Mrs. Stettinius, the lady poet, "didn't
you notice that they were perfectly oblivious of all economic
movements; that their observations never post-dated ruins?"
"I guess they wanted to make sure they were admirin' the right
things," ventured Mr.
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