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“ Oh, I have heen on a little trip off to
Grimstad, to my sister’s, for three weeks; I didn’t
think I should stay longer than a week at the
most, so I didn’t take more than one change
with me, and you must excuse me if I look
rather untidy.”
No, I assured her, she didn’t look in the least
untidy. But she was awfully funny, I can
tell you. She told me the whole story of her
life. Her husband was a skipper; twice she
had been with him to the Black Sea, “ and once
across the equator as far as a place they call
Buenos Ayres, and it was so elegant, my dear,
with riding policemen in the streets.”
And the whole time we were talking she
chewed and munched. For there had been
some one in Grimstad named Gonnersen, who
was so polite that he had bought a whole basket
of cakes for her on the journey. “ Will you
condescend to help yourself to a cake? ” she
said suddenly.
“Gonnersen was so polite ”—was the last
I heard as she crossed the gangway at Fred-
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