"Well, I like that!" says Vee, givin' me a pinch.
"Take it back," says I. "If it's a case of us goin', that's different. But what a bunch to go cruisin' with!"
And say, when I'm led out and introduced, I must have acted like I was in a trance. I got it so sudden, you see, and so unexpected. Here I'd been sittin' back all the while and knockin' this whole thing as a squirrel-house expedition, besides passin' comments on the crowd; and the next thing I know I'm counted in, with my name on the passenger list.
That was two days ago; and while I've been movin' around lively enough ever since, windin' things up at the office, hirin' a wireless operator for Mr. Ellins, and layin' in a stock of Palm Beach suits and white deck shoes, I ain't got over the jolt yet.
"Say, Mr. Robert," says I, when no one else is around, "how long can anybody be seasick and live through it?"
"Oh, it is seldom fatal," says he. "The victims linger on and on."
"Hal-lup!" says I. "And I'll bet that roly-poly Mrs. Mumford comes twice a day to coo to me. What did I ever get let in on this private seccing for, anyway?"