"Oh, Mr. Feist—isn't—isn't—it awful—submarine-time and all? I—I just can't bear it!"
"Now! Now! Is that the way for a brave little girl to talk?"
"Bleema, if you can't control yourself, you had better go sit in the car. I'm ashamed before the company."
"Roody, the poor child!"
"He—that's the only way papa talks to me these days—fault-finding!"
"Now, now, Miss Bleema! Here—take mine; yours is all wet."
Another blast then, reverberating into the din.
"All aboard!"
"Good-by, Lester—good-by, darling—cable every day—by—good-by—boy!"
"Good-by, little Reddie! Thanks for the beautiful fruits and letters.
Good-by, Mr. Pelz!"