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"Goody!" exclaimed Jennie Stone. "That big blue yacht! And she's got a regular crew and everything. Aunty won't be afraid to go with us in her." "That's fine, Tom," said his sister with appreciation. Even Ruth seemed to take some interest. But she suggested: "Be sure there is gasoline enough, Tom.
Howell, a woman who might have been Jennie Brice. But if it was, why did not Mr. Howell say so? Mr. Ladley claimed she was hiding, in revenge. But Jennie Brice was not that sort of woman; there was something big about her, something that is found often in large women a lack of spite. She was not petty or malicious. Her faults, like her virtues, were for all to see.
Gerhardt was too astonished and hurt for utterance. Jennie had told her nothing, but even now she did not believe there was anything to tell. The watch had been both approved of and admired by her. She had not thought that it was endangering her daughter's reputation. Going home she worried almost incessantly, and talked with Jennie about it.
The entire establishment makes fun of his visits to her. Zoe at last succeeds in yawning. "To the devil's dam with all of you," she says, with her voice hoarse after the yawn; "may he be damned, the old anathema!" "But still, the worst of all," Jennie continues to discourse, "worse than your director, Zoinka, worse than my cadet, the worst of all are your lovers.
Peter was doing his best in this great cause, he was following the instructions of those above him, and how could he be blamed because one poor weakling of a girl had got in the way of the great chariot of the law? Peter knew that it wasn't his fault; and yet grief and terror gnawed at him. For one thing, he missed little Jennie, he missed her by day and he missed her by night.
"I ain't got nothin' personal ag'in Link Pollock, Jennie," he said, sniffing the browning batter with pleasurable longing, "but if you was to ask me I'd say his wife is twice the man he is, and a little over. The minute that woman is a widder I'm goin' to subscribe for the paper, 'cause I know she'll What say, Jennie?"
"We can bail with them," putting into practice her own advice. They managed each to remove one of the low, rubber-soled shoes they wore. But these took up so small an amount of water, although they bailed vigorously, that Jennie began to chuckle: "Might as well try to dip the sea out with a pail, Nance! What a ridiculous position we're in!" But it was really more serious than that.
But that night Jennie exhibited what Tom called her "scarefulness" in most unmistakable fashion, and never again could she claim to be brave. She gave her chums in addition such a fright that they were not soon over talking about it. The three college girls had cots in a small shack that Mr. Hammond had given up to their use. It was one of the shacks nearest the shore of the harbor.
"Oh, pardon me!" cried Jennie in English, "I'm afraid a lurch of the car threw me against you." The Russian, before answering, cast a look at the floor and saw the large envelope lying there with its seal uppermost. He quietly placed his huge foot upon it, and then said, with an effort at politeness, "It is no matter, madam. I fear I am so bulky that I have taken up most of the passage."
Maybe she was merely a gay, careless creature who never stopped to consider that she was injuring Farmer Green when she hurt his trees. At least, that was what some of Mrs. Ladybug's other neighbors sometimes remarked. But Mrs. Ladybug never could believe that Jennie had a single good trait unless it was good nature. For she was always ready with a laugh, no matter what anybody said to her.
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