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           AndthemoreIlookedfromGeorge’swetshirttoGeorge,roaringwithlaughter,themoreIwasamused,andIlaughedsomuchthatIhadtolettheshirtfallbackintothewateragain. 

           "Ar’n’tyou—you—goingtogetitout?"saidGeorge,betweenhisshrieks. 

           Icouldnotanswerhimatallforawhile,Iwaslaughingso,but,atlast,betweenmypealsImanagedtojerkout: 

           "Itisn’tmyshirt—it’syours!" 

           Ineversawaman’sfacechangefromlivelytoseveresosuddenlyinallmylifebefore. 

           "What!"heyelled,springingup. "Yousillycuckoo! Whycan’tyoubemorecarefulwhatyou’redoing? Whythedeucedon’tyougoanddressonthebank? You’renotfittobeinaboat,you’renot. Gimmethehitcher." 

           Itriedtomakehimseethefunofthething,buthecouldnot. Georgeisverydenseatseeingajokesometimes. 

           Harrisproposedthatweshouldhavescrambledeggsforbreakfast. Hesaidhewouldcookthem. Itseemed,fromhisaccount,thathewasverygoodatdoingscrambledeggs. Heoftendidthematpicnicsandwhenoutonyachts. Hewasquitefamousforthem. Peoplewhohadoncetastedhisscrambledeggs,sowegatheredfromhisconversation,nevercaredforanyotherfoodafterwards,butpinedawayanddiedwhentheycouldnotgetthem. 

           Itmadeourmouthswatertohearhimtalkaboutthethings,andwehandedhimoutthestoveandthefrying-panandalltheeggsthathadnotsmashedandgoneovereverythinginthehamper,andbeggedhimtobegin.