Abroad with the Jimmies eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 160 pages of information about Abroad with the Jimmies.

“What do you think, Jimmie?” stammered Bee, stumbling up the steps in her excitement.

“And Jimmie, he wouldn’t take his hat off to the flag!”

“And Jimmie, I wish you had been there, you’d have drowned him!” came from all of us at once.

“What’s that?” cried Jimmie in a rage at once, and: 

“What’s that?” came from the men behind him.  “Wouldn’t take off his hat to the flag?  Who wouldn’t?”

“That nasty little German!” cried Miss Wemyss.

We were all out of the boats by that time except the unhappy object of our wrath, whose countenance by this time was working into patterns like a kaleidoscope.

“Mr. Jimmie,” he said, coming to the end of the boat with every intention of stepping out, “I apologise to you.  I am very sorry.”

“Get back in that boat!” thundered Jimmie.

“But, sir!  Your concert to-night!  I play for you!”

“You go to the devil,” said Jimmie.  “You’ll not put your foot on board this boat again.  Off you go!  Take him down to Henley!” he ordered the boatman.

“Very well!  Very well!” said the German, “I go, but I do not take my hat off to your flag.”

“Ah!  Don’t you?” cried the Princeton man, making a grab for the German’s sailor hat with his long arm, just as the boat shot away.  He stooped and took it up full of Thames water and flung it thus loaded squarely in the little wretch’s face, while the man at the oars dexterously tossed it overboard, where it floated bottom upwards in the river, and the boat shot out toward Henley with the bareheaded and most excited specimen of the human race it was ever our lot to behold.

Then Jimmie introduced his friends.  Bee has just looked over this narrative of the pleasantest week we ever spent in England and she says: 

“You haven’t said a word about the races.”

“So I haven’t.”

But they were there.

CHAPTER II

PARIS

“Now,” said Jimmie as our train was pulling into Paris, “we are all decided, are we not, that we shall stay in Paris only two days?”

His eyes met ours with apprehension and a determination that ended in a certain amount of questioning in their glance.

“Certainly!” we all hastened to assure him.  “Not over two days.”

“Just long enough,” said Jimmie, beamingly, “to have one lunch at the Cafe Marguery for sole a la Normande—­”

“And one afternoon at the Louvre to see the Venus and the Victory—­” I pleaded.

“And the Father Tiber—­” added Jimmie, waxing enthusiastic.

“Yes, and one dinner at the Pavilion d’Armenonville to hear the Tziganes—­” said Bee.

“And one afternoon on the Seine to go to St. Cloud to see the brides dance at the Pavilion Bleu, and a supper afterward in the open to have a poulet and a peche flambee.”

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