He looked up from his desk with genial kindliness.
“That’s right,” he said, “get a good rest.”
“My plan is,” I added, “to live on berries and funguses.”
“Fine,” he answered. “Well, have a good time, old man—good-bye.”
Then I dropped in casually upon one of my friends.
“Well,” I said, “I’m off to New England to spend a month naked.”
“Nantucket,” he said, “or Newport?”
“No,” I answered, speaking as lightly as I could. “I’m going into the woods and stay there naked for a month.”
“Oh, yes,” he said. “I see. Well, good-bye, old chap—see you when you get back.”
After that I called upon two or three other men to say a brief word of farewell. I could not help feeling slightly nettled, I must confess, at the very casual way in which they seemed to take my announcement. “Oh, yes,” they said, “naked in the woods, eh? Well, ta-ta till you get back.”