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           Selinahadafitofthefidgets,bredoftheunpromisingweather,and,insteadofsettlingdowntosomethingonherownaccount,mustneedswalkroundandannoyusartists,intentonembodyingourconceptionsoftheideal.ShehadbeenlookingovermyshouldersomeminutesbeforeIknewofit;orIwouldhavehadawordortwotosayuponthesubject.

           “Isupposeyoucallthatthingaship,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.“Whoeverheardofapinkship?Hoo-hoo!”

           Istifledmywrath,knowingthatinordertoscoreproperlyitwasnecessarytokeepacoolhead.

           “Thereisapinkship,”Iobservedwithforcedcalmness,“lyinginthetoy-shopwindownow.Youcangoandlookatitifyoulike.D’yousupposeyouknowmoreaboutshipsthanthefellowswhomake’em?”

           Selina,baffledforthemoment,returnedtothechargepresently.

           “Thosearefunnythings,too,”sheobserved.“S’posethey’remeanttobetrees.Butthey’reBLUE.”

           “TheyAREtrees,”Irepliedwithseverity;“andtheyAREblue.They’vegottobeblue,’cosyoustolemygambogelastweek,soIcan’tmixupanygreen.”

           “DIDN’Tstealyourgamboge,”declaredSelina,haughtily,edgingaway,however,inthedirectionofHarold.“AndIwouldn’ttelllies,either,ifIwasyou,aboutadirtylittlebitofgamboge.”

           Ipreservedadiscreetsilence.Afterall,IknewSHEknewshestolemygamboge.

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