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Little Miss Grouch A Narrative Based on the Log of Alexander Forsyth Smith's Maiden Transatlantic Voyage   By: (1871-1958)

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[Illustration: "GOOD NIGHT," SHE SAID, "AND THANK YOU"]

LITTLE MISS GROUCH

A Narrative Based Upon The Private Log Of Alexander Forsyth Smith's Maiden Transatlantic Voyage

By Samuel Hopkins Adams

With Illustrations by R. M. Crosby

BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY The Riverside Press Cambridge 1915

COPYRIGHT, 1914 AND 1915, BY THE BUTTERICK PUBLISHING COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Published September 1915

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"Good night," she said, "and thank you"(page 129) Frontispiece

"Aren't you going to speak to me?" 38

Surprise held the Tyro's tongue in leash 52

"Oh, look at that adorable baby!" 74

"Couldn't you lend me five dollars?" 112

Her knight keeping watch over her 144

The Tyro curled his legs under him 166

"You've come through, my boy" 206

LITTLE MISS GROUCH

I

First day out. Weather horrible, uncertain and squally, but interesting Developments promised Feel fine.

SMITH'S LOG.

Several tugs were persuasively nudging the Clan Macgregor out from her pier. Beside the towering flanks of the sea monster, newest and biggest of her species, they seemed absurdly inadequate to the job. But they made up for their insignificance by self important and fussy puffings and pipings, while, like an elephant harried by terriers, the vast mass slowly swung outward toward the open. From the pier there arose a composite clamor of farewell.

The Tyro gazed down upon this lively scene with a feeling of loneliness. No portion of the ceremonial of parting appertained personally to him. He had had his fair fraction in the form of a crowd of enthusiastic friends who came to see him off on his maiden voyage. They, however, retired early, acting as escort to his tearful mother and sister who had given way to uncontrollable grief early in the proceedings, on a theory held, I believe, by the generality of womankind in the face of considerable evidence to the contrary, that a first time voyager seldom if ever comes back alive. Lacking individual attention, the Tyro decided to appropriate a share of the communal. Therefore he bowed and waved indiscriminately, and was distinctly cheered up by a point blank smile and handkerchief flutter from a piquant brunette who liked his looks. Most people liked his looks, particularly women.

In the foreground of the dock was an individual who apparently didn't. He was a fashionable and frantic oldish young man, who had burst through the barrier and now jigged upon the pier head in a manner not countenanced by the Society for Standardizing Ballroom Dances. At intervals he made gestures toward the Tyro as if striving, against unfair odds of distance, to sweep him from the surface of creation. As the Tyro had never before set eyes upon him, this was surprising. The solution of the mystery came from the crowd, close pressed about the Tyro. It took the form of an unmistakable sniffle, and it somehow contrived to be indubitably and rather pitifully feminine. The Tyro turned.

At, or rather underneath, his left shoulder, and trying to peep over or past it, he beheld a small portion of a most woe begone little face, heavily swathed against the nipping March wind. Through the beclouding veil he could dimly make out that the eyes were swollen, the cheeks were mottled; even the nose with regret I state it was red and puffy. An unsightly, melancholy little spectacle to which the Tyro's young heart went out in prompt pity... Continue reading book >>




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