He has shoved off by now."
I could have kissed that Ensign.
"Well, I'm sure," said Mother, "it's very funny that I can never get
to the Captain. I shall write him, however."
"He must have an interesting collection of your letters already," I
suggested. "They would be interesting to publish in book form."
"Anyway," continued Mother, apparently not attending to my remark, "I
think you would look just as well as this young man in one of those
nice white suits."
"No doubt, madam," replied the Ensign propitiatingly, "no doubt."
"Come, Mother," said I, "let's go to the Y.M.C.A. I need something
cool to steady my nerves."
"How about your underwear?" said Mother, coming back to her mania, in
a voice that invited all within earshot who were interested in my
underwear to draw nigh and attend.
"Here, eat this ice cream," I put in quickly, almost feeding her.
"It's melting."
But Mother was not to be decoyed away from her favorite topic.
"I must look it over," she continued firmly.
It seemed to me that every eye in the room was calmly penetrating my
whites and carefully looking over the underwear in which Mother took
such an exaggerated interest. "Socks!" suddenly exploded Mother.
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