"Why, what a lotus-eating life this is!" said Frank, at last. "Aunt
Melissa, I don't wonder you think it's like the seaside. It's a great deal
better than the seaside. And now, just as we've entered into the spirit of
it, the time's up for the 'Rose Standish' to come and bear us from its
delights. When will the boat be in?" he asked of the Autobiographer, whom
Lucy had pointed out to him.
"Well, she's _ben_ in half an hour, now. There she lays, just outside
the 'John Romer.'"
There, to be sure, she lay, and those pleasure-takers had been so lost in
the rapture of waiting and the beauty of the scene as never to have
noticed her arrival.
II--THE AFTERNOON
It is noticeable how many people there are in the world that seem bent
always upon the same purpose of amusement or business as one's self. If
you keep quietly about your accustomed affairs, there are all your
neighbors and acquaintance hard at it too; if you go on a journey, choose
what train you will, the cars are filled with travellers in your
direction.
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