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Titanic! 17

“Molly, you always look wonderful,” I said.
“Thank you, kind sir.” She patted her hourglass figure.
“I have appeared on the stage,” she said. “Make of that
what you will. Everyone else seems to.”
“I apologize,” Edward said.
“Don’t be an ass,” Molly said. She took us both by the
arm and like a decorated tugboat steered us toward the
prow of the ship.
“The night is lovely.” I tried to make conversation.
Two decks below us, a piano and concertinas and tin
whistles rose in harmony with the gales of Irish laugh-
ter of the hundreds of passengers dancing and singing
in steerage. We peered over the railing. The sight was
sweet. Young couples held each other close. A young fa-
ther danced with his two infant sons in his arms while
his wife, all of them looking straight from County Cork,
danced with him, her arms outstretched to his waist,
cir cling in her family. The dance floor was circled by
men waiting their turn to catch some idle girl. Even the
homeliest would do. The men in steerage outnumbered
the women six to one.
“So this is what the simple folk do,” Edward said.
“Don’t be a snob,” Molly said. She turned an inquisi-
tive glance on both Edward and me. “What do these men
do?”
Edward and I broke into laughter.
“That’s what I thought,” Molly said. “Stop laughing
and tell me. I left Colorado to find out everything about
the world.”
Needless to say, Molly got an earful, though Edward
was too much the gentleman to distress her with certain
facts, or worse, certain rumors. Titanic, some said, was

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