And piles of flowers lay round, offerin’s to and from fond hearts that must sever.
Adrian had his bunch of sweet blue violets, and the violets wuzn’t any sweeter than his eyes. And I, even at the resk of losin’ my umbrell, clutched my precious bokays—the frail links that seemed to connect me with my own native Jonesville and my loved ones there.
Josiah seemed to be lookin’ round for somebody he could scrape acquaintance with.
And Al Faizi stood in that silent way of hisen, with his dark, ardent face seemin’ly on the lookout for sunthin’ or other he could learn, and a-seein’ every move that Alice made, as I could see, though nobody else noticed it.
Martin wuz a-flyin’ round, busy a-seein’ to everything. Alice wuz a little apart a-bendin’ over the side of the great ship. She seemed to be lookin’ intently on sunthin’ or somebody on the pier, and as we sailed off I see her snowy handkerchief wave out, and where she’d been a-lookin’ I see an arm lifted up and another white handkerchief wave out a farewell.
Her big blue eyes wuz full of tears.
When I looked clost at her, I see that her big blue eyes wuz full of tears.
As for me, I wuz tryin’ my best to keep my equilibrum, for the boat tosted some, and my equilibrum hain’t what it would be if it hadn’t had the rheumatiz so much.
But my umbrell helped me some; I planted it down and leaned heavy on it, and in its faithful companionship and support I found some relief as I see the land sail swift away from me, seemin’ to be in a hurry to go somewhere.