The Holiday Round by A. A. (Alan Alexander) Milne
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away from the window.
"No, no, I'm up," I shouted, and I sprang out of bed and put on a shirt and a pair of trousers with great speed. "Where do I take these off again?" I asked. "I seem to be giving myself a lot of trouble." "There is a tent." "Won't the ladies want it? Because, if so, I can easily have my bathe later on." "The ladies think it's rather too rough to-day." "Perhaps they're right," I said hopefully. "A woman's instinct--No, I'm NOT a coward." It wasn't so bad outside--sun and wind and a blue-and-white sky and plenty of movement on the sea. "Just the day for a swim," said Archie cheerily, as he led the way down to the beach. "I've nothing against the day; it's the hour I object to. The Lancet says you mustn't bathe within an hour of a heavy meal. Well, I'm going to have a very heavy meal within about twenty minutes. That isn't right, you know." By the time I was ready the wind had got much colder. I looked out of the tent and shivered. |
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