Without going up-stairs for her hat she took me to the Grand
Street dock, not many blocks away. The best spots were already
engaged, but we found one that suited our purpose better than the
water edge would have done. It was a secluded nook where I
could give the rein to my eloquence
I told her of my talk with the Chaikins, omitting names, but
inventing details and bits of "local color" calculated to appeal to
my listener's imagination and business sense. She followed my
story with an air of stiff aloofness, but this only added fuel to the
fervor with which I depicted the opportunity before me
"So you have thrown that college of yours out of your mind,
haven't you?" she said in a dry, non-committal way
I felt the color mounting to my face. "Well, not entirely," I
answered
"Not entirely?"
"I mean--Well, anyhow, what do they do at college? They read
books. Can't I read them at home? One can find time for
everything." Returning to my new project, I said: "It's a great
chance, Gussie. It would be an awful thing if I had to let it slip out
of my hand.
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