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Preposterous … it was all of that。 Traveling five thousand miles just as a gentle hint to Aunt Minerva to return to her calm； well…ordered life behind purple window…panes on Beacon Street。 And was there any chance that his strong…minded relative would take the hint？ Not one in a thousand。 Aunt Minerva was accustomed to do as she pleased … he had an unfortable； shocked recollection of one occasion when she had said she would do as she damn well pleased。
John Quincy wished he was back。 He wished he was crossing Boston mon to his office on State Street； there to put out a new issue of bonds。 He was not yet a member of the firm … that was an honor accorded only to Winterslips who were bald and a little stooped … but his heart was in his work。 He put out a bond issue with loving apprehension； waiting for the verdict as a playwright waits behind the scenes on a first night。 Would those First Mortgage Sixes go over big； or would they flop at his feet？
The hoarse boom of a ferry whistle recalled John Quincy to his present unbelievable location on the map。 The boat began to move。 He was dimly conscious of a young person of feminine gender who came and sat at his side。 Away from the slip and out into the harbor the ferry carried John Quincy； and he suddenly sat up and took notice； for he was never blind to beauty； no matter where he encountered it。
And he was encountering beauty now。 The morning air was keen and dry and bright。 Spread out before him was that harbor which is like a tired navigator's dream e true。 They passed Goat Island； and he heard the faint echo of a bugle； he saw Tamalpias lifting its proud head toward the sparkling sky； he turned； and there was San Francisco scattered blithely over its many hills。
The ferry plowed on； and John Quincy sat very still。 A forest of masts and steam funnels … here was the water…front that had supplied the atmosphere for those romantic tales that held him spellbound when he was a boy at school … a quiet young Winterslip whom the gypsy strain had missed。 Now he could distinguish a bark from Antwerp； a great liner from the Orient； a five…masted schooner that was reminiscent of those supposedly forgotten stories。 Ships from the Treaty Ports； ships from cocoanut islands in southern seas。 A picture as intriguing and colorful as a back drop in a theater … but far more real。
Suddenly John Quincy stood up。 A puzzled look had e into his calm gray eyes。 〃I … I don't understand；〃 he murmured。
He was startled by the sound of his own voice。 He hadn't intended to speak aloud。 In order not to appear too utterly silly； he looked around for some one to whom he might pretend he had addressed that remark。 There was no one about … except the young person who was obviously feminine and therefore not to be informally accosted。
John Quincy looked down at her。 Spanish or something like that； blue…black hair； dark eyes that were alight now with the amusement she was striving to hide； a delicate oval face tanned a deep brown。 He looked again at the harbor … beauty all about the boat； and beauty on it。 Much better than traveling on trains！
The girl looked up at John Quincy。 She saw a big； broad…shouldered young man with a face as innocent as a child's。 A bit of friendliness； she decided instantly； would not be misunderstood。
〃I beg your pardon；〃 she said。
〃Oh … I … I'm sorry；〃 he stammered。 〃I didn't mean … I spoke without intending … I said I didn't understand …〃
〃You didn't understand what？〃
〃A most amazing thing has happened；〃 he continued。 He sat down； and waved his hand toward the harbor。 〃I've been here before。〃
She looked perplexed。 〃Lots of people have；〃 she admitted。
〃But … you see … I mean … I've never been here before。〃
She moved away from him。 〃Lots of people haven't。〃 She admitted that； too。
John Quincy took a deep breath。 What was this discussion he had got into； anyhow？ He had a quick impulse to lift his hat gallantly and walk away； letting the whole matter drop。 But no； he came of a race that sees things through。
〃I'm from Boston；〃 he said。
〃Oh；〃 said the girl。 That explained everything。
〃And what I'm trying to make clear … although of course there's no reason why I should have dragged you into it …〃
〃None whatever；〃 she smiled。 〃But go on。〃
〃Until a few days ago I was never west of New York； never in my whole life； you understand。 Been about New England a bit； and abroad a few times； but the West …〃
〃I know。 It didn't interest you。〃
〃I wouldn't say that；〃 protested John Quincy with careful politeness。 〃But there was such a lot of it … exploring it seemed a hopeless undertaking。 And then … the family thought I ought to go； you see … so I rode and rode on trains and was … you'll pardon me … a bit bored。 Now … I e into this harbor； I look around me； and I get the oddest feeling。 I feel that I've been here before。〃
The girl's face was sympathetic。 〃Other people have had that experience；〃 she told him。 〃Choice souls； they are。 You've been a long time ing； but you're home at last。〃 She held out a slim brown hand。 〃Wele to your city；〃 she said。
John Quincy solemnly shook hands。 〃Oh； no；〃 he corrected gently。 〃Boston's my city。 I belong there； naturally。 But this … this is familiar。〃 He glanced northward at the low hills sheltering the Valley of the Moon； then back at San Francisco。 〃Yes； I seem to have known my way about here once。 Astonishing； isn't it？〃
〃Perhaps … some of your ancestors …〃
〃That's true。 My grandfather came out here when he was a young man。 He went home again … but his brothers stayed。 It's the son of one of them I'm going to visit in Honolulu。〃
〃Oh … you're going on to Honolulu？〃
〃To…morrow morning。 Have you ever been there？〃
〃Ye … es。〃 Her dark eyes were serious。 〃See … there are the locks … that's where the East begins。 The real East。 And Telegraph Hill …〃 she pointed； no one in Boston ever points； but she was so lovely John Quincy overlooked it … 〃and Russian Hill and the Fairmont on Nob Hill。〃
〃Life must be full of ups and downs；〃 he ventured lightly。 〃Tell me about Honolulu。 Sort of a wild place； I imagine？〃
She laughed。 〃I'll let you discover for yourself how wild it is；〃 she told him。 〃Practically all the leading families came originally from your beloved New England。 'Puritans with a touch of sun；' my father calls them。 He's clever； my father；〃 she added； in an odd childish tone that was wistful and at the same time challenging。
〃I'm sure of it；〃 said John Quincy heartily。 They were approaching the Ferry Building and other passengers crowded about them。 〃I'd help you with that suitcase of yours； but I've got all this truck。 If we could find a porter …〃
〃Don't bother；〃 she answered。 〃I can manage very well。〃 She was staring down at John Quincy's hat box。 〃I … I suppose there's a silk hat in there？〃 she inquired。
〃Naturally；〃 replied John Quincy。
She laughed … a rich； deep…throated laugh。 John Quincy stiffened slightly。 〃Oh； forgive me；〃 she cried。 〃But … a silk hat in Hawaii！〃
John Quincy stood erect。 The girl had laughed at a Winterslip。 He filled his lungs with the air sweeping in from the open spaces； the broad open spaces where men are men。 A weird reckless feeling