And she's so really pretty, too. He
ought to thank his stars alive. Think what a fright she might
have been! She doesn't LOOK thirty-one."
"Huh!" returned Condy. "As long as she SAID she was thirty-one,
you can bet everything you have that she is; that's as true as
revealed religion."
"Well, it's something to have seen the kind of people who write
the personals," said Blix. "I had always imagined that they were
kind of tough."
"You see they are not," he answered. "I told you they were not.
Maybe, however, we have been exceptionally fortunate. At any
rate, these are respectable enough."
"Not the least doubt about that. But why don't he do something,
that captain?" mourned Blix. "Why WILL he act like such a ninny?"
"He's waiting for us to go," said Condy; "I'm sure of it. They'll
never meet so long as we're here. Let's go and give 'em a chance.
If you leave the two alone here, one or the other will HAVE to
speak. The suspense would become too terrible. It would be as
though they were on a desert island."
"But I wanted to SEE them meet," she protested.
"You wouldn't hear what they said."
"But we'd never know if they did meet, and oh--and WHO spoke
first?"
"She'll speak first," declared Condy.
"Never!" returned Blix, in an indignant whisper.
"I tell you what. We could go and then come back in five minutes.
I'll forget my stick here. Savvy?"
"You would probably do it anyhow," she told him.
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