Sarah came into the café carrying a towel and a yellow swimsuit, which she put into the picnic basket. "Where are we going?," I said.
There was a wonderful place about five mile up the river that a girl she knew had raved about a place called Queen's Meadow, "you could get there by bus. It seemed there was a boat-yard there and you could hire boats or canoes by the hour or the day." "We would hire a boat," she thought, "and row until we found some nice secluded spot where we could." Did not I think it sounded better than Brighton? I felt bound to agree that it did, and half and hour later, we were in the bus, riding up the flattish river valley.
When it eventually came to hiring a boat from the big wooden boathouse at Queen's Meadow, I had to confess that I did not row very well. She gave me a tired sort of look about this and said she was rather beginning to despair of me. "You don't swim. I hear you don't waltz. Now you can't row. What do you do?" I play a lot of tennis. "With some gorgeous creature," I suppose. As a matter of fact she is plain and beefy. I will be in a tournament with her next week.
In a slow and clumsy movement, I managed to row about half a mile up river, while Sarah was doing the steering. "What on earth was the matter with our Tina this morning? She's growing up too fast. She's got the tizzies about a man. In love? I suppose." She thinks it is. "She has threatened to run away."
For several moments, I did not say anything. I saw once again Tina's dark-eyed face, contemptful, drained and gaiety, and finally said, "and who is the victim? Or should it be the cause? I wouldn't be a bit surprised if it's you. Good god. I'm afraid it is. But hell, it's ridiculous - she's so young."
In the rowing boat, the author _________.
rows all over the river
goes where Sarah wants him to
has to pull hard against the stream
has to stop after half a mile
Record your answer