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on are greatest, and not even the marvelously developed yellow cherub, who holds a candelabrum over my shoulder, is inviting enough to induce me to stay h

-mile limit, and we all found billets-not so doux as they might have been-on our pillows assigning us to lifeboats and saying just what to do when the signal should be given to abandon the boat. Both Mrs. Bigelow and Miss Short were assigned to Lifeboat No. 10, while I was shunted off in Lifeboat No. 8-a bad omen, I thought. We went up on the top d

know the word for suitcase and didn't dare speak to the steward. But not so. I went up to a tremendous great gold-braided Frenchman and linked together the words "bagage," "noir," and "perdu," by a series of what I considered intelligent sounds, and, by Jove, the man

hool under the vigilant eye of Miss Bourlard or Mlle. Delpit at college-of having them not spent in vain! Why, one of the Ambulance men told me yesterday that when he first saw me he thought I was Fr

watching the most beautiful moon-path that ever I saw. It was cold and clear with a fine breeze. "O Sole Mio" floated up gently from the steerage below. Helpful thoughts came to me, and suddenly Miracle Num

s' means 'preservers'?" "Well, not exactly," said I; "'gilets' means waistcoats, and 'sauvetage' means salvation; literally, the waistcoats of salvation; quaint, isn't it?" "Oh, very," said she; "Oo song lays geelays dee softadge-I can say that easily." "Alors, allez-vous en," said I, and bowed her out of the stateroom.

t all disturbed by my nightgown, and I gave mental thanks to May for having run the ribbons in-I feel freer in the French t

ick for one minute, and have felt better and fuller of pep than I have since I was at Bailey's. I have been an obnoxious sight to most of the passengers because I have run, skipped, and jumped (figuratively) while they have ro

s too. When he says anything funny he lifts his feet aloft and twinkles them very fast and goes into perfect spasms. He talks so fast that often I don't understand him, but I laugh just the same, and the more he laughs the more I do, because it strikes me so funny to be making such a hullabaloo when I haven't the faintest idea what it's about. He went up with

ere, and Mrs. Craigee-that lovely-looking girl that we saw on the dock-and I could have practiced French so wonderfully. Besides, Mrs. Bigelow and Miss Short near

playing the piano, and generally exploring about the ship. I should like to describe every one, but I feel that this is getting boring as it is. The foreigners are delightful. Our French newspaper man took my

ost like seeing them to have it come. I walked on air all afternoon. At dinner that night the steward came around again, saying, "Télégramme sans fil pour Mlle. Root,"-and there was a plate of salted almonds

our last day. It is a

me sneeze frightfully. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to sleep on one's passport! I have played the piano a good deal on the trip. The whole ship is singing "Liebes Freud." This morning Mrs. Bigelow and I rose at 5.30, and saw a wonderful sunrise. We stood on the bridge together

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