“I think I can fix you then,” he says.
“What do we get for the five?” I ast him.
“Private room and we take care o’ your bathin’ suit,” says he.
“How much if you don’t take care o’ the suit?” I ast him. “My suit’s been gettin’ along fine with very little care.”
“Five dollars a week apiece,” he says, “and if you want the rooms you better take ’em, because they’re in big demand.”
By the time we’d closed this grand bargain, everybody’d moved offen the porch and down to the water, where a couple dozen o’ them went in for a swim and the rest set and watched. They was a long row o’ chairs on the beach for spectators and we was just goin’ to flop into two o’ them when another bandit come up and told us it’d cost a dime apiece per hour.
“We’re goin’ to be here two weeks,” I says. “Will you sell us two chairs?”
He wasn’t in no comical mood, so we sunk down on the sand and seen the show from there. We had plenty o’ company that preferred these kind o’ seats free to the chairs at ten cents a whack.
Besides the people that was in the water gettin’ knocked down by the waves and pretendin’ like they enjoyed it, about half o’ the gang on the sand was wearin’ bathin’ suits just to be clubby. You could tell by lookin’ at the suits that they hadn’t never been wet and wasn’t intended for no such ridic’lous purpose. I wisht I could describe ’em to you, but it’d take a female to do it right.
One little girl, either fourteen or twenty-four, had white silk slippers and sox that come pretty near up to her ankles, and from there to her knees it was just plain Nature. Northbound from her knees was a pair o’ bicycle