LARRY'S SCOOP
"Are there many women aboard?" asked Larry, as he moved off through the rain toward the life-saving station with the rescued passenger.
"I was the only one," was the answer the woman made, in a pronounced Italian accent. "I am the purser's wife. They made me come first. Me and the baby," and she put her lips down and kissed the little face nestled in the folds of the shawl.
"The purser's wife!" exclaimed Larry. "Perhaps your husband will bring the passenger list with him. I would like to get it. I am a newspaper reporter," he added.
The woman, with a rapid movement, held out a bundle of papers to him.
"What are they?" Larry asked.
"The list of passengers! You reporters! I have heard of you in my country, but they do not such things as this! Go to wrecks to meet the passengers when they come ashore! You are very brave!"
"I think you were brave to come first across
the waves," replied Larry. "The rope might break."
"I had my baby," was the answer, as if that explained it all.