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It was, as he had said, a glorious h the porthole had not prepared hiic of it The ship swam in a vast bowl of the purest blue on an azure carpet flecked with silver It was awhich shouted to hiht of Billie Bennett, trireen sweater and a white skirt had the effect of causing Marlowe to alter the prograirl was not a thing to be put off till after lunch It was a thing to be done now and at once The finest efforts of the finest cooks in the world could not put hi, Miss Bennett"

"Good , Mr Marlowe"

"Isn't it a perfect day?"

"Wonderful!"

"It makes all the difference on board ship if the weather is fine"

"Yes, doesn't it?"

"Shall alk round?" said Billie

Salanced about him It was the tiers in cocoons of rugs lay on chairs, waiting in a dull trance till the steward should arrive with the eleven o'clock soup Others, etic, strode up and down From the point of view of a s to a beautiful girl, the place was practically Fifth Avenue and Forty-second Street

"It's so crowded," he said "Let's go on to the upper deck"

"All right You can read to me Go and fetch your Tennyson"

Sa into his hands His four-days' acquaintance with the bard had been sufficient to show hi about love You could open his collected works aler on so which it is rather difficult to bring neatly into the ordinary run of conversation It wants leading up to But, if you once start reading poetry, especially Tennyson's, alht-heartedly into the state-roonett from an uneasy dose

"Nohat?" said Eustace

"Where's that copy of Tennyson you gave me? I left it--ah, here it is Well, see you later!"