"I was a car-boy; all the car-boys used to swim in the reservoir by the ditch every Thursday evening. One of them was bit by a rattlesnake once while he was dressing. He was a Frenchman, named Andrew. He swelled up and began to twitch."
"Oh, how I hate snakes! They're so crawly and graceful — but, just the same, I like to watch them. You know that drug store over in town that has a showcase full of live ones?"
"We killed the rattler with a cart whip."
"How far do you think you could swim? Did you ever try? D'you think you could swim a mile?"
"A mile? I don't know. I never tried. I guess I could."
"I can swim a little. Sometimes we all go out to the Crystal Baths."
"The Crystal Baths, huh? Can you swim across the tank?"
"Oh, I can swim all right as long as papa holds my chin up. Soon as he takes his hand away, down I go. Don't you hate to get water in your ears?"
"Bathing's good for you."
"If the water's too warm, it isn't. It weakens you."