"We'll never be able to eat all that," said the blue girl tittering.
"We'll drink some of it," said Cham. "There's some Champagny water."
"My Gawd!"
"You carry it now, Fanshaw," said Cham in a hurried undertone, and pushed the pink girl out in front of him through the revolving door.
Fanshaw picked up the basket. It was heavy and rattled.
"O, I just do love canoeing," said the blue girl as they followed. "Don't you?"
* * * *
They stood on the landing at Norumbega. A man in a seedy red sweater torn at the elbows was bringing a canoe out of the boathouse. A cool weedy smell teasing to the nostrils came up out of the river.
"Ou, isn't it deep?" said Elise, pressing her fluffy dress against Fanshaw's leg.
"Stop it, I tell you ... You'll push me in the water ... Ow!" Cham was brandishing a bullrush at the pink girl, tickling her with it. She was protesting in a gruff baby lisp full of titters. "If you spoil my dress ..."