The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 118: what you’re looking at

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Why He Took Him Along. III name, and (as I have found I shall be compelled to do in everything) I consulted the boy as to the one we should give it. “Don’t men sometimes name boats after women?” he asked, in reply to my inquiry. “Ves,” I said, wondering what he was driving at. “Then I say, name it Daisy Dalrymple.” Daisy is a young girl friend of his. I met her while in Schenectady. She is a fairly good-looking girl, about 17 years old, has a good form, red lips and cheeks, smooth forehead, well shaped nose (I always look at the nose), and deep, girlish brown eyes and brown hair. Besides this, she wears a jaunty little hat that becomes her. I probably would not have noticed this last if she had not exchanged with another girl one day, and I wondered that I had bestowed a second glance upon a girl with no more taste, although why I should have given it a passing thought I don’t know. The two went to school together and were great friends—Roy and her, I mean. I like to watch these boy and girl friendships, they are so free from suspicion and full of happiness. Let them enjoy themselves. After a year or so they will have enough of scheming and deceit. Let life have some of honest love for them. But I’m straying from the boat. Of course I vetoed such a name. Not that I really object to it very much as a name, but how would it sound if that boy should write home (as he would be sure to, do) and tell his father that the boat we sailed in every day had been CORNICE OOO“KS (SO)