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He
took
two
steps
at
a
time
,
but
slowly
,
holding
on
to
the
banister
,
putting
his
whole
body
into
it
,
as
if
the
act
of
climbing
a
flight
of
stairs
was
for
him
,
as
it
is
for
many
children
,
a
moderately
pleasurable
end
in
itself
.
At
the
Main
Deck
landing
,
he
went
directly
over
to
the
Purser
’
s
desk
,
where
a
good
-
looking
girl
in
naval
uniform
was
presiding
at
the
moment
.
She
was
stapling
some
mimeographed
sheets
of
paper
together
.
"
Can
you
tell
me
what
time
that
game
starts
today
,
please
?
"
Teddy
asked
her
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
?
"
"
Can
you
tell
me
what
time
that
game
starts
today
?
"
The
girl
gave
him
a
lipsticky
smile
.
"
What
game
,
honey
?
"
she
asked
.
"
You
know
.
That
word
game
they
had
yesterday
and
the
day
before
,
where
you
’
re
supposed
to
supply
the
missing
words
.
It
’
s
mostly
that
you
have
to
put
everything
in
context
.
"
The
girl
held
off
fitting
three
sheets
of
paper
between
the
planes
of
her
stapler
.
"
Oh
,
"
she
said
.
"
Not
till
late
afternoon
,
I
believe
.
I
believe
it
’
s
around
four
o
’
clock
.
Isn
’
t
that
a
little
over
your
head
,
dear
?
"
"
No
,
it
isn
’
t
.
.
.
Thank
you
,
"
Teddy
said
,
and
started
to
leave
.
"
Wait
a
minute
,
honey
!
What
’
s
your
name
?
"
"
Theodore
McArdle
,
"
Teddy
said
.
"
What
’
s
yours
?
"
"
My
name
?
"
said
the
girl
,
smiling
.
"
My
name
’
s
Ensign
Mathewson
.
"
