"Come along, Fanshaw, you've got to."
"But I wouldn't know what to say to them."
"They'll do the talking.... Look, you've got to come, date's all made an' everything."
Cham Mason stood in his drawers in the middle of the floor, eagerly waving a shirt into which he was fitting cuff-links. He was a pudgy-faced boy with pink cheeks and wiry light hair like an Irish terrier's. He leaned forward with pouting1 lips towards Fanshaw, who sat, tall and skinny, by the window, with one finger scratching his neck under the high stiff collar from which dangled2 a narrow necktie, blue, the faded color of his eyes.
"But jeeze, man," Cham whined3.
"Well, what did you go and make it for?"
"Hell, Fanshaw, I couldn't know that Al Winslow was going to get scarlet4 fever.... Most fellers 'Id be glad of the chance. It isn't everybody Phoebe Sweeting'll go out with."
"But why don't you go alone?"
"What could I do with two girls in a canoe? And she's got to have her friend along. You don't realize how respectable chorus girls are."
"I never thought they were respectable at all."
"That shows how little you know about it."
Cham put on his shirt with peevish5 jerks and went into the next room. Fanshaw looked down at Bryce's American Commonwealth6 that lay spread out on his knees and tried to go on reading: This decision of the Supreme7 Court, however... But why shouldn't he? Fanshaw stretched himself yawning. The sunlight seeped8 through the brownish stencilled9 curtains and laid a heavy warm hand on his left shoulder. This decision of the Supreme ... He looked down into Mount Auburn Street. It was June and dusty. From the room below came the singsong of somebody playing Sweet and Low on the mandolin. And mother needn't know, and I'm in college ... see life. A man with white pants on ran across the street waving a tennis racket. Stoddard, on the Lampoon10, knows all the chorines.
Cham, fully11 dressed in a tweed suit, stood before him with set lips, blinking his eyes to keep from crying.
"Fanshaw, I don't think you're any kind of a..."
"All right, I'll go, Cham, but I won't know what to say to them."
"Gee12, that's great." Cham's face became cherubic with smiles. "Just act natural."
"Like when you have your photograph taken," said Fanshaw, laughing shrilly13.
"Gee, you're a prince to do it.... I think Phoebe likes me.... It's just that I've never had a chance to get her alone."
Their eyes met suddenly. They both blushed and were silent. Fanshaw got to his feet and walked stiffly to the bookcase to put away his book.
"But Cham." He was hoarse14; he cleared his throat. "I don't want to carry on with those girls. I don't ... I don't do that sort of thing."
"Don't worry, they won't eat you. I tell you they are very respectable girls. They don't want to carry on with anybody. They like to have a good time, that's all."
"But all day seems so long."
"We won't start till eleven or so. Phoebe won't be up. Just time to get acquainted."
From far away dustily came the bored strokes of the college bell.
"Ah, there's my three-thirty," said Fanshaw.
It was hot in the room. There was a faint smell of stale sweat from some soiled clothes that made a heap in the center of the floor. The strokes of the bell beat on Fanshaw's ears with a dreary15, accustomed weight.
"How about walking into town instead?"
Fanshaw picked up a notebook out of a patch of sun on the desk. The book was warm. The beam of sunlight was full of bright, lazy motes16. Fanshaw put the book up to his mouth and yawned. Still yawning, he said:
"Gee, I'd like to but I can't."
"I don't see why you took a course that came at such a damn-fool time."
"Can't argue now," said Fanshaw going out the door and tramping down the scarred wooden stairs.
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"You ask the clerk to call up and see if they're ready," said Cham. They stood outside the revolving17 door of the hotel, the way people linger shivering at the edge of a pool before diving in. Cham wore a straw hat and white flannel18 pants and carried a corded luncheon19 basket in one hand.
"But Cham, that's your business. You ought to do that." Fanshaw felt a stiff tremor20 in his voice. His hands were cold.
"Go ahead, Fanshaw, for crissake, we can't wait here all day," Cham whispered hoarsely21.
Fanshaw found himself engaged in the revolving door with Cham pushing him from behind. From rocking chairs in the lobby he could see the moonfaces of two drummers, out of which eyes like oysters22 stared at him. He was blushing; he felt his forehead tingle23 under his new tweed cap. The clock over the desk said fifteen of eleven. He walked firmly over to the desk and stood leaning over the registry book full of blotted24 signatures and dates. He cleared his throat. He could feel the eyes of the drummers, of the green bellboy, of people passing along the street boring into his back. At last the clerk came to him, a greyfaced man with a triangular25 mouth and eyeglasses, and said in a squeaky voice:
"Yessir."
"Are Miss ... Is Miss ...? Say, Cham, what are their names, Cham?" Guilty perspiration26 was trickling27 on Fanshaw's temples and behind his ears. He felt furiously angry at Cham for having got him into this, at Cham's back and straw hat tipped in the contemplation of the Selkirk Glacier28 over the fireplace. "Cham!"
"Miss Montmorency and Miss Sweeting," said Cham coolly in a businesslike voice.
The clerk had tipped up one corner of his mouth. Leaving Cham to talk to him, Fanghaw walked over to a rocker by the fireplace and hunched29 up in it sulkily. With relief he heard the clerk say:
"The young ladies will be down in a few minutes; would you please wait?"
Fanshaw stared straight ahead of him. He'd never speak to Cham again after this. When the bellboy leaned over the desk to say something to the clerk, the eight brass30 buttons on his coattails flashed in the light. The clerk laughed creakily. Fanshaw clenched31 his fists. Damn them, what had he let himself be inveigled32 into this for? He looked at the floor; balanced on the edge of a spittoon a cigar stub still gave off a little wisp of smoke. The temptations of college life; as he sat with his neatly33 polished oxfords side by side, making the chair rock by a slight movement of the muscles of his thin calves34, he thought of the heart-to-heart talk Mr. Crownsterne had given the sixth form this time last year about the temptations of college life. The soapy flow of Mr. Crownsterne's voice booming in his ears: You are now engaged, fellows, in that perilous35 defile36 through which all of us have to pass to reach the serene37 uplands of adult life. You have put behind you the pleasant valleys and problems of boyhood, and before you can assume the duties and responsibilities of men you have to undergo—we all of us have had to undergo—the supreme test. You all know, fellows, the beautiful story of the Holy Grail ... Galahad ... purity and continence ... safest often the best course ... shun38 not the society of the lovely girls of our own class ... honest and healthy entertainment ... dances and the beautiful flow of freshness and youth ... but remember to beware in whatever circle of life the duties and responsibilities of your careers may call you to move, of those unfortunate women who have rendered themselves unworthy of the society of our mothers and sisters ... of those miserable39 and disinherited creatures who, although they do not rebuff and disgust us immediately with their loathsomeness41 as would common prostitutes, yet ... Remember that even Jesus Christ, our Saviour42, prayed not to be led into temptation. O, fellows, when you go out from these walls I want you to keep the ideals you have learned and that you have taught by your example as sixth formers ... the spotless armor of Sir Galahad ...
The rocking chair creaked. The clock above the desk had ticked its way to eleven fifteen. Old Crowny's phrases certainly stayed in your mind. Suppose we met mother on the trolley43? No, she'd be at church. Nonsense, and these were respectable girls anyway; they wouldn't lead into temptation. A heap lot more respectable than lots of the girls you met at dances. Why don't they come?
"Gee, I bet they weren't up yet," said Cham giggling44.
"What, at eleven o'clock?"
"They don't usually get up till one or two."
"I suppose being up so late every night." Fanshaw could not get his voice above a mysterious whisper. He sat in the rocking chair without moving and stared at the clock. Eleven thirty-six. The bellboy stood in front of the desk, his eyes fixed45 on vacancy46. The bellboy grinned and drew a red hand across his slick black hair.
"Did ye think we'd passed out up there?" came a gruff girl's voice behind him, interrupted by a giggle47. He smelt48 perfume. Then he was on his feet, blushing.
They were shaking hands with Cham. One had curly brown hair and a doll's pink organdy dress and showed her teeth, even as the grains on an ear of sweet corn, in a continual smile. The other had a thin face and tow hair and wore the same dress in blue.
"I was coming up to help," shouted Cham.
"Ou, what's that?"
"It's a present." The blue dress hovered49 over the lunch basket.
"A case of Scotch50!" They all shrieked51 with laughter.
"That's our eats," said Cham solemnly.
"And this is Mr.——?"
"Beg pardon, this is my friend, Mr. Macdougan ... answers to the name of Fanshaw."
Fanshaw shook their hands that they held up very high.
"This is Miss Phoebe Sweeting and this is Miss Elise Montmorency."
"We'll never be able to eat all that," said the blue girl tittering.
"We'll drink some of it," said Cham. "There's some Champagny water."
"My Gawd!"
"You carry it now, Fanshaw," said Cham in a hurried undertone, and pushed the pink girl out in front of him through the revolving door.
Fanshaw picked up the basket. It was heavy and rattled53.
"O, I just do love canoeing," said the blue girl as they followed. "Don't you?"
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They stood on the landing at Norumbega. A man in a seedy red sweater torn at the elbows was bringing a canoe out of the boathouse. A cool weedy smell teasing to the nostrils54 came up out of the river.
"Ou, isn't it deep?" said Elise, pressing her fluffy55 dress against Fanshaw's leg.
"Stop it, I tell you ... You'll push me in the water ... Ow!" Cham was brandishing56 a bullrush at the pink girl, tickling57 her with it. She was protesting in a gruff baby lisp full of titters. "If you spoil my dress ..."
"I'm sure you paddle beautifully ... D'you mind if I call you Fanshaw ... It's a funny name like a stage name. Look at them!"
Phoebe had snatched the bullrush and was beating Cham over the head. The brown fluff fell about them bright in the streaming sunlight. Fanshaw found himself picking up Cham's straw hat, palping a dent58 in the rim59 with his finger. Cham's hair shone yellow; he grabbed the pink girl's hand. The bullrush broke off and the head fell into the river, floated in the middle of brown bright rings.
"Ow, damn it, you hurt," she cried shrilly. "There now, you made me say damn."
"Momma kiss it an' make it well."
Fanshaw found the blue girl's grey glance wriggling60 into his eyes.
"Silly, ain't they? Kids, are they not?"
The ain't stung in Fanshaw's ears. The girl was common. The thought made him blush.
"Come along, let's get started. Man the boats," cried Cham.
"I'm scared o' canoes. You can paddle all right, can't you, Fanshaw?" The blue girl pressed his hand tight as they stood irresolute61 a moment looking down into the canoe. The other canoe was off, upstream into the noon dazzle.
"Come along," shouted Cham. The sun flashed on his paddle. He began singing off key:
I know a place where the sun is like gold
And the cherryblooms burst with snow
nd down underneath62 ...
"All right, Missy, step in," said the man in the red sweater who was holding the canoe to the landing with a paddle. "Easy now."
"Let m-m-me get in first," said Fanshaw stuttering a little. "I hope this isn't a tippy one."
"I'll help you in Missy," said the man in the red sweater. Fanshaw, from the stern seat he had plunked down in, saw the man's big red hand, like a bunch of sausages against the blue dress, clasp her arm, press against the slight curve of her breast as he let her down among the cushions. "Thanks," she said, as she tucked her dress in around her legs, giving the man a long look from under the brim of her hat.
"Ou, I'm scared to death, she said, leaning back gingerly. If you tip me over ..."
Fanshaw had pushed the canoe out from the landing. Over his shoulder he caught a glimpse of a grin on the face of the man with the red sweater. He paddled desperately63. The other canoe was far ahead, black in the broad shimmering64 reach of the river. He was sweating. He splashed some water into the canoe.
"Ou you naughty ... Don't. You've gotten me all wet."
"I think I'll take my coat off if you don't mind."
"Don't mind me, go as far as you like," giggled65 Elise.
Fanshaw took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. He was trying not to look at the pink legs in stockings of thin black silk with clocks on them that stretched towards him in the canoe, ending in crossed ankles and bronze high heel slippers66.
"Warm, isn't it?"
"Hot, I call it. I hope they don't go awfully67 far. I don't want to get all sunburned ... A boy swiped my parasol." Her grey eyes flashed in his. She was giggling with her lips apart.
"How was that?" How solemn I sound, thought Fanshaw.
"I dunno, one o' them souvenir hunters out at the Roadside Inn." She pulled down her babyish-looking hat that had blue and pink roses on it so that it shaded her eyes.
"Whew, smell that!" she cried.
"Must be a sewer68, or marshgas."
"Clothespins! Clothespins!" Elise was holding her nose and wriggling in the bottom of the canoe. Then she burst into giggles69 again and cried: "Gee, this little girl loves the country, nit!"
"Now it's better, isn't it?"
"I want to eat. Cham's crazy to go so far."
"They've got the picnic basket, so I don't see what we can do but follow."
"Follow on, follow on," sang Elise derisively70. Upstream Cham's canoe had drawn71 up to the bank under a fringe of trees grey in the noon glare. Behind it a figure in white and a figure in pink, close together, were disappearing into the shadow.
"They'll have every single thing eaten up," wailed72 Elise.
"I'm afraid I'm not a very good paddler," said Fanshaw through clenched teeth.
"There you go again."
"Well, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."
"You'll have to get me a new dress, that's all."
The canoe ran into the bank with a sliding thump73.
Phoebe was looking at them from behind a clump74 of maples75. She cooed at them in her most dollish voice.
"What have you kids been doing all by yourselves out in the river?"
"We saw you, don't you worry dearest," said Elise balancing to step out of the canoe. "O murder, I got my foot in it!"
"Bring the cushions, Fanshaw," shouted Cham, who was kneeling beside the open picnic basket with a bottle in his hand.
Fanshaw's hands were sticky. The warm champagne77 had made him feel a little sick. He sat with his back against a tree, his knees drawn up to his chin, looking across the gutted78 lunch basket at Cham and Phoebe, who lay on their backs and shrieked with laughter. Beside him he was conscious of the blue girl sitting stiff on a cushion, bored, afraid of spoiling her dress. Overhead the afternoon sun beat heavily on the broad maple76 leaves; patches of sunlight littered the ground like bright torn paper. Through the trees came the mud smell and the restless sheen of the river. Fanshaw was trying to think of something to say to the girl beside him; he daren't turn towards her until he had thought of something to say.
"Doggone it I've got an ant down my back," cried Cham, sitting up suddenly, his face pink.
"Momma catch it," spluttered Phoebe in the middle of a gust40 of laughter.
Cham was scratching himself all over, under his arm, round his neck, making an anxious monkey face till at last he ran his hand down the back of his neck.
"Yea, I got him."
"He's a case, he is," tittered Elise.
Cham was on his hands and knees whispering something in Phoebe's ear, his nose pressed into her frizzy chestnut79 hair.
"Stop blowin' in my ear," said the pink girl, pushing him away. "Wouldn't that jar you?"
"What we need is juss a lil more champagny water." Cham picked the two bottles out of the basket and tipped them up to the light. "There's juss a lil drop for everybody."
"Not for me ... I think you're trying to get us silly," said the blue girl.
"God did that."
"Well, I never."
"Ou somethin's ticklin' me ... Did you put that ant on me?" The pink girl scrambled80 to her feet and made for Cham.
"Honest, I didn't ..." cried Cham, jumping out of her way and doubling up with glee: "Honest, I didn't. Cross my heart, hope I may die, I didn't."
"Cham, you're lyin' like a fish. I got an ant down my dress. Ou, it tickles81!"
"I'll catch it, Phoebe."
"Boys, don't look now. I'm goin' fishin' ... Ou ... I got him. O it's just a leaf ... O he looked. He's a cool one. I'm goin' to smack82 your face."
"Catch me first, Phoebe deary," cried Cham, running off up a path. She lit out after him. "Look out for your dress on them bushes," cried Elise.
"I should worry."
Fanshaw watched the pink dress disappear down the path, going bright and dull in the patches of sun and shadow among the maple trees. Their laughing rose to a shriek52 and stopped suddenly. Fanshaw and Elise looked at each other.
"Children must play," said Fanshaw stiffly.
"What time are we goin' home, d'you know?" said Elise yawning.
"You don't like—er—picnicking."
There was a silence. From down river came the splash of paddles and the sound of a phonograph playing "O Waltz Me Around Again Willie." Fanshaw sat still in the same position with his knees drawn up to his chin, as if paralyzed. With tightening83 throat he managed to say:
"What can they be doing ... They don't seem to be coming back."
"Ask me something hard," said the blue girl jeeringly84.
Fanshaw felt himself blushing. He clasped his hands tighter round his knees. He felt the sweat making little beads85 on his forehead. Ought he to kiss her? He didn't want to kiss her with her rouged86 lips and her blonde hair all fuzzy like that, peroxide probably. A fool to come along, anyway. What on earth shall I say to her?
She got to her feet.
"I'm goin' to walk around a bit ... Ou, my foot's gone to sleep."
Fanshaw jumped up as if a spring had been released inside him.
"Which way shall we go?"
"I guess we'd better go the other way," said Elise tittering and smoothing out the back of her fluffy dress.
They walked beside the water; along the path were mashed87 cracker88 boxes, orange peel, banana skins. The river was full of canoes now. Above the sound of paddles occasionally splashing and the grinding undertone of phonographs came now and then a giggle or a man's voice shouting. Elise was humming School Days, walking ahead of him with mincing89 steps. He saw a woodpecker run down the trunk of an oak.
"Look, there's a woodpecker." Elise walked ahead, still humming, now and then taking a little dance step. "It's a red-headed woodpecker." As she still paid no attention, he walked behind her without saying anything, listening to the tapping of the woodpecker in the distance, watching her narrow hips90 sway under the pleats of her dress as she walked. A rank, heavy smell came from the muddy banks. He looked at his watch. Only four o'clock. She caught sight of the watch and turned round.
"What time is it, please?"
"It's only four o'clock.... We have lots of time yet."
"Don't I realize it? Say, what's the name of this old damn-fool park?"
"Norumbega."
"It's never again for me," she cried giggling. Then all at once she dropped down on the ground at the foot of a tree and began to sob91 with her dress all puffed92 up about her.
"But what's the matter?"
"Nothing ... My God, shut up and go away!" she whined through her sobs93.
"All right, I'll go and see nobody swipes the canoe."
Biting his lips, Fanshaw started slowly back along the path.
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The air of the examination room was heavy and smelt of chalk. Through the open windows from the yard drifted the whir of lawnmowers and the fragrance94 of cut grass. Fanshaw had just finished three hundred words on The Classical Subject in Racine. He found himself listening to the lawnmowers and breathing in the rifts95 of warm sweetness that came from the mashed grass. It almost made him cry. The spring of Freshman96 year, the end of Freshman year. The fragrance of years mown down by the whirring, singsong blades. He stared at the printed paper: Comparative Literature 1. Devote one hour to one of the following subjects. ... And the girl in the blue dress had plunked herself down under a tree and cried. What a fool I was to walk away like that. "What's that perfume? Mary Garden," she had said, and her grey glance had wriggled97 into his eyes and his hands had moved softly across the fluffy dress, feeling the whalebone corsets under the blue fluff. No, that's when I helped her back into the canoe. Elise Montmorency, the girl in the blue dress, had plunked herself down under a tree and cried because he hadn't kissed her. But he had kissed her; he had come back and lain on the grass beside her and kissed her till she wriggled in his arms under the blue fluff and the sunshine had lain a hot tingling98 coverlet over his back.
He sat stiff in his chair staring in front of him, his hands clasped tight under the desk. All his flesh was hot and tingling. He breathed deep of the smell of cut grass that drifted in through the window, under the smell of mashed grass and cloverblossoms, sweetness, heaviness, Mary Garden perfume. Gee, am I going to faint?
And there on beds of violets blue
And freshblown roses washed in dew,
Filled her with thee a daughter fair
So buxom99 blithe100 and debonair101.
Fanshaw felt the blood suddenly rush to his face. If the proctor sees me blushing he'll think I've been cribbing. He hung his head over his paper again.
Devote one hour ... She was common and said ain't. That was not the sort of girl. He was glad he hadn't kissed her... The spotless armor of Sir Galahad. Maybe that was temptation. Maybe he'd resisted temptation. And lastly, Mr. Crownsterne's voice was booming in his ears: And lastly, fellows, let me wish each one of you the best and loveliest and most flower-like girl in the world for your wife. A lot old Crowny knew about it. Marriage was for ordinary people, but for him, love, two souls pressed each to each, consumed with a single fire.
Not the angels in heaven above
Nor the demons102 down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
The moth's kiss, dearest. He was in a boat with red sails, in the stem of a boat with red lateen sails and she was in his arms and her hair was fluffy against his cheek, and the boat leapt on the waves and they were drenched103 in droning fragrance off the island to windward, wet rose gardens, clover fields, fresh-cut hay, tarry streets, Mary Garden perfume. That perfume was common like saying ain't.
Sudden panic seized him. The clock was at twenty-five past. Gosh, only thirty-five minutes for those two questions! The nib104 of his fountain pen was dry. He shook a drop out on the floor before he began to write.
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cracker
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