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It was getting hot. I could not remove my coat because my waist was a
lace front. Only a hair net restrained me from utter frumpiness. Still I
was not altogether beaten and when I came to a nice countrified looking
house standing alone in the midst of modern art and a man came out I
asked him. The moment I did there came into his eyes a hunted glitter
and he told me how he had held out against them and how he had been
besieged for years to rent his marine view and wouldn't.
As I turned away I met an Irish delivery man and he said that there were
dozens of vacant apartments very reasonable and waved his hand vaguely
in the direction where I'd been searching. I like the Irish but his
cheerful fibbery was the last straw and I went home.
The next day my friends called up and said that they had a marine view
for me. I was to live all summer in the apartment of the So-and-Sos
while they were away. So now I am. They are artistic and I drink my
coffee from saffron colored cups on a bay green table runner over a
black table under a turquoise blue ceiling with a view of the bay from
the window.
But I am humble and if some day I meet a hot, tired looking woman who
can't find an apartment on Russian Hill, I shall say: "Shucks, a marine
view isn't so much."
Hilly-Cum-Go
This is a story for children, because they will know it's only fooling,
while grown-up people will believe it's true.
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