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"I understand your fears, Sally," I said, "and I will look as blank as I possibly can. But remember, child, how easy it is for you to look blank; and don't always be urging others to attempt the impossible." "Mrs. Sam," said Billoo, on the way down, "I can't tell you what a good time I've had." "You nice man," said Sally, "I wish we could persuade you to stay a day or two longer."
Here we were, cut off from medical assistance till Wednesday morning. And it was our own fault mine; mine, for being too funny. Then I thought, "Maybe those men on the float are losing all the money they've got in the world," and that made me feel pretty glum; and then I thought, "Maybe poor Billoo is drowned by now," and I went cold all over. "Why don't you make the trump, Sam?" said Mrs.
What with the storm and the worry about stocks keeping them awake most of the night, they were without exception nervous and cross, particularly Billoo. He looked like an owl that had been first stuffed and then boiled.
I never saw such a lot of oafs. "I tell you, Sam," bellowed Billoo, "that the financial status of this country, owing to that infernal lunatic in the White House " "If you must tell me again " I began. "Oh," he said disgustedly, "you can't be serious about anything. You're so da a ah urn rich that you never give a thought to the suffering of the consumer."
Poor Billoo was in a bad way and when he turned the ice-tub upside down for a seat, and wrapped himself in the canoe sail, I invited the women to come out and see for themselves how brave he was. He waved his hand to us, and just as he and his well-provisioned craft rounded a corner of the island he selected a bottle of champagne and deftly extracted the cork.
I told some of my men to follow along the shore and to let me know what became of him. I couldn't do anything more for Billoo; but I liked the man, and took an affectionate interest in his ultimate fate whatever it might be. And I call that true friendship.
"Somehow of other," said Billoo, "I'm going to get across." And the others said that somehow or other they were going to get across, too. "I've got to!" said Billoo, and he looked about in a fat, challenging way as if daring any one to say that he had not got to. "You poor things," said Sally, "I hope to Heaven you can; but how?" "Where there's a will, Mrs. Sam " Billoo said.
"Don't I?" said I. "Did you happen to see me the morning after the Clarion's ball last winter? I thought about the consumer then, I can tell you." Billoo turned his back on me very rudely. I looked across the table to Sally. She smiled feebly. She had drawn back her chair so that Tombs and Randall could fight it out across her plate without hitting her in the nose.
We crept into the house like a couple of sneak-thieves, and heard Billoo at his very loudest shouting: "I had Morgan on the wire all right and the fool operator cut me off!" Sally snipped her wet fingers in my face. "Hello, fool operator," she said. "Hello, yourself," said I. "But oh, Sally, listen to that wind, and tell me how it sounds to you. A wet hug if you guess the answer."
Then the men on the float began to toss coins; there was a shout of delight; and Billoo, trumpeting his hands, called to me: "Make the ladies go behind the boat-house, quick!" And he began to unbutton his coat. I herded the women behind the boat-house and ran back to the pier. Billoo was stripping as fast as he could. "What's he doing?" Mrs. Giddings called to me.
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