You remember when you were going up the lantern-halyards hand over hand?
Your face was the personification of duplicity." "It was no such thing." "Pardon me a moment," he went on.

"Your face was as calm and peaceful as though you were reclining in a steamer-chair.

To look at your face one would have inferred that carrying the weight of your body up a rope hand over hand was a very commonplace accomplishment--as easy as rolling off a log.

And you needn't tell me, Miss Lackland, that you didn't make faces the first time you tried to climb a rope.

But, like any circus athlete, you trained yourself out of the face-making period.