"My own preciousness!" she said, her eyes tear-glazed and yearning up into his. "'Sh-h, Pussy; here comes Sol Sopinsky to hurry me on board. Funny the Pelz crowd don't show up. Quit it! Here they come! That's their car. Cut it--quick!" With noiselessly thrown clutch, the Pelz limousine drew up between an aisle of bales, its door immediately flung open. First, Mr. Pelz emerging, with an immediate arm held back for Mrs. Pelz. Last, Miss Pelz, a delightful paradox of sheer summer silk and white-fox furs, her small face flushed and carefully powdered up about the eyes. "There he is, dad! Over there with Norma and Uncle Sol!" "Don't run so, Bleema; he'll come over to you." But she was around and through the archipelago of baggage. "Lester darling! There was a tie-up at Thirty-third Street. I thought I'd die! Here's a little package of letters, love, one for each day on the steamer. Lester, have you got everything--are you all ready to leave your girlie--Hello, Norma--Uncle Sol! Lester are you--you sorry to leave you--your--" "Now, now--no water-works!" "My all! My own boy!" She drew him, to hide the quickening trembling of her lips, back behind the shelter of piled baggage. "Lester darling--I--I didn't sleep a wink all night! I--I'm so nervous, dear. What if a submarine should catch you? What if you meet a French girl and fall in--" "Now, now, Reddie! Is that what you think of your boy?" "I don't, dearest; I don't! I keep telling myself I'm a silly--What's three weeks? But when it means separation from the sweetest, dearest--" "'Sh-h-h, Angel darling! There's the last blast, and your father's angry. See him beckoning! The company's been on board twenty minutes already. Look--there's the sailors lined up at the gangplank--Bleema--" "Promise me, Lester--" "I do! I do promise! Anything! Look, girlie: Miss Beautiful will feel hurt the way we left her standing. It isn't nice--our hiding this way." "I can't bear, dearest, to see you go--" "Look! See--there's David Feist come down, too. You don't want him to see my girl make a cry baby of herself over a three weeks' trip--" "You'll write, Lester, and cable every day?" "You just know I will!" "You won't go near the war?" "You just know I won't!" "You--" "Your father, Bleema--let's not get him sore, hiding back here. Come; they'll draw up the plank on me." "I'll be waving out from the edge of the pier, darling. I've got a special permit to go out there. I just couldn't stand not seeing my boy up to the last second. It's terrible for you to sneak off on a boat like this, darling, without flags and music the way it was before the war. I want music and flags when my boy goes off. Oh, Lester, I'll be working so hard on the sweetest little trousseau and the sweetest little--" "Bleema, please! There's Miss Beautiful overhearing every word. Please!" "Well, good-by, Miss Beautiful; don't walk off with the studio while we're gone--take care of yourself--"