Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . d-sheet, and thenhe turns em out to grass; and they mayroll on it or frisk on it or eat it if theylike. Incidentally, I believe, theyreobliged to wallow in the ocean severaltimes a day, run races afoot, chuck theclassic discus, go barefooted and sandal-shod, wear wreaths of flowers insteadof hats, meditate in silence when thetemple bells ring, eat grain and fruitand drink milk, and pay enormous billsto the quack who runs the place. Itmust be a merry life, Harroll. No tobac-co, no billiards, no bridge. And hit thedowny at nine-thi
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . d-sheet, and thenhe turns em out to grass; and they mayroll on it or frisk on it or eat it if theylike. Incidentally, I believe, theyreobliged to wallow in the ocean severaltimes a day, run races afoot, chuck theclassic discus, go barefooted and sandal-shod, wear wreaths of flowers insteadof hats, meditate in silence when thetemple bells ring, eat grain and fruitand drink milk, and pay enormous billsto the quack who runs the place. Itmust be a merry life, Harroll. No tobac-co, no billiards, no bridge. And hit thedowny at nine-thirty by the curfew! Good Lord! muttered Harroll. Thats Avalon, repeated Selden. And were almost there. Look sharp!Stand by for a ducking! This surfmeans trouble ahead! It certainly did; the boat soared sky-ward on the crest of the swell; a smash-ing roller hurled it into the surf, smoth-ering craft and crew in hissing second later two heads appeared, andtwo half-suffocated young men flounderedup the beach and dropped, dripping andspeechless, on the DAZED, SHE ROSE TO HER SANDALLED FEET I TROUBLE FOR TWO. 395 They lay inert for a while, salt wateroozing at every pore. Harroll was thefirst to sit up. Right ? he inquired. All right. Wheres the boat? Ashore below us. He rose, drip-ping, and made off toward the batteredboat, which lay in the shoals, heeled followed; together they draggedthe wreck up high and dry; then theysat down on the sand, eying one another. Its a fine day, said Selden, witha vacant grin. He rolled over on hisback, clutching handfuls of hot sand. Isnt this immense ? he said. My!how nice and dry and solid everythingis! Roll on your back, Harroll! Youllenjoy it more that way. But Harroll got up and began drag-ging the guns and cartridge-sacks, fromthe boat. Ive some friends here, he said, brief-ly. Come on. Are your friends hospitably inclinedto the shipwrecked? Im about readyto be killed with hospitality, observedSelden, shouldering gun a
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