Last Words

at by the

d one gloomily. He was poking holes

seemed overcome with perspiring discomfort as

. I do not desire to be unpleasant, but I must assure you that your freckled skin continually reminds spectators of w

tared at the waves that purred near

he first

he, defiantly

. "Why, it means that you'd look

led man seemed ashamed. His tall

rom the sand and strode away. The tall man followed, walking sarca

application, waving his hands over his person in illustration of a snug fit. The bath-clerk thought profoundly.

sumed his res

g him, "I bet you've got a regular toga

the freckled man, "I saw corr

he has missed you

e other, "produce your prou

a row of little wooden boxes and shut himself

uld. He arrived finally into his bathing-dress. Immediately he dropped gasping upon a three-cornered bench. The s

e of the little coops. He began to clamour at t

alled he

by cloth, came through the

taking the occupants of the entir

all man from his hidden den. "You rent

d man at the boards. "It's an auditorium, a ba

lked with grandeur down the alley between the rows of coops. Stopping i

sper. "It's only your accursed vanity. Wear it anyhow. What

riend confronted him. The tall man's legs gav

man regarde

an ass,"

There was pride in the way his chubby feet patted the boards. The

mportance. He moved with an air of some sort of procession,

and a parasol, a seagull drifting high in the wind, and a distant, tremendous mee

ong the beach. The tall man, numb with amaze

ed with convulsions. He laughe

. An expression of wonderment overspread her charm

nce upon his companion, and fled up the beach. The tall man ran after him, pursuing with mocking cries that tingled his fle

ed teeth, "you are an unutterable wretch

on the bathing-dress. He seemed to be murmuring: "O

made the gestur

Sharp

ng: "Oh, good Lord! I never

man ran down