It fairly took away his breath.

Then he blushed clear out to the end of his ears, and withdrew to some other part of the boat, where he could hope to be better appreciated.
Some of the girls managed to stroll thither a few minutes later, as if unconscious of where he had gone.

Tom saw some fun was coming, and he drifted thither too.
The dude had succeeded in making an impression on a simpering girl, and was seated on one of the camp-stools beside her, talking in his drawling way, and pointing out the beautiful scenery as they swept past.

He frequently raised his heavy cane and indicated the different objects, the better to enlighten his companion.
"Aw, that is Haverstraw," he volunteered, bringing the stick to a level.
"It is--aw--quite a famous place; reminds me of Holland across the water, you know." "What is there about Haverstraw to suggest Holland ?" inquired his lady friend.
"They make bricks there--aw--a good many bricks--aw--may I inquire, doncherknow, did you ever see a brick ?" "Oh, yes," she replied, with an impertinent glance from her mischievous eyes; "I think I am looking at one now." "You mean to say that I am a brick--aw--good, dooced good; I must tell that at the club--dooced clevah; couldn't do much bettah meself, doncherknow?
Now, if you will kindly rise from your seat--aw--I will point out a vewy interesting mountain peak." "Thank you, I can see well enough without rising." Nevertheless, the dude came to a stooping posture, and, with one gloved hand on the railing to steady him self, wabbled the bulky cane again in the direction of the shore.
"Aw--I'm a little off soundings, doncherknow, and am not suah whether that is Dunderberg Mountain or Saint Anthony's Olfactory Organ--aw--that's clevah, don't you think,--Saint Anthony's Olfactory Organ, doncherknow"-- At the moment of partly rising to his feet, a couple of Vassar girls walked past.

When directly opposite the camp-stool of the dude, one of them touched it with the toe of her shoe and shoved it to one side.