You're liable to get so far away.
Then, there's that wabbly feeling that comes over you. Say, I had it
once, when I was out in an old lobster boat off the coast of Maine, the
time I used my summer vacation chasin' up where Vee was visitin'. I
had it good and plenty, too, and didn't have to go more'n a couple of
miles to get it, either. But think of bein' that way for a couple of
weeks, and out where you couldn't get ashore if you wanted to. Excuse
me!
Besides, I never did have the travel bug very hard. I'll admit I ain't
seen much of the country outside of New York; but say, what I have
looked over struck me as bein' kind of crude. I expect fields and
woods and the seaside stuff is all right for them that likes 'em. Make
good pictures, and all that. But them places always seem to me such
lonesome spots. Fine and dandy, so far as the view goes, but nobody to
it. I like my scenery sort of inhabited, and fixed so it can be lit up
at night. So I do most of my travelin' between the Bronx and the
Battery, and let it go at that.
Now Vee has been brought up different. She's chased round with Auntie
all over the map, ever since she can remember. They don't mind
startin' off with a maid and seven trunks and not seein' Fifth Avenue
for months at a time.
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