Woman with a Parasol

Miss Brewster- we had learned her name from the engineer- slept on and on. At supper I requested the hunters to lower their voices, so she was not disturbed; and it was not till next morning that she made her appearance. It had been my intention to have her meals served apart, but Wolf Larsen put down his foot. Who was she that she should be too good for cabin table and cabin society? had been his demand. ¡¡¡¡But her coming to the table had something amusing in it. The hunters fell as silent as clams. Jock Horner and Smoke alone were unabashed, stealing stealthy glances at her now and again, and even taking part in the conversation. The other four men glued their eyes on their plates and chewed steadily and with thoughtful precision, their ears moving and wabbling, in time with their jaws, like the ears of so many animals.

Woman with a Parasol

overtaken by an almost-human perception of loneliness, moved closer to the windowof the tiny abode. Artoo extended his utility feet toward the window and peekedinside. He hoped no one inside noticed the slight shiver of his barrel-shaped form orheard his nervous little electronic whimper. Somehow Luke Skywalker managed to squeeze inside the miniature house,where everything within was perfectly scaled to its tiny resident. Luke satcross-legged on the dried mud floor in the living room, careful not to bang his skullagainst the low ceiling. There was a table in front of him and he could see a fewcontainers holding what appeared to be hand-written scrolls. The wrinkle-faded creature was in his kitchen, next to the living room, busilyconcocting an incredible meal. From where Luke sat he could see the little cookstirring steaming pots, chopping this, shredding that, scattering herbs over all, andscurrying back and forth to put platters on the table in front of the youth.