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Two men sat by the sea waves."Well, I know I'm not handsome," said one gloomily. He was poking holes in the sand with adiscontented cane.The companion was watching the waves play. He seemed overcome with perspiringdiscomfort as a man who is resolved to set another man right.Suddenly his mouth turned into a straight line. "To be sure you are not," he criedvehemently. "You look like thunder. I do not desire to be unpleasant, but I must assure youthat your freckled skin continually reminds spectators of white wall paper with gilt roseson it. The top of your head looks like a little wooden plate. And your figure--heavens!"For a time they were silent. They stared at the waves that purred near their feet like sleepysea-kittens.Finally the first man spoke."Well," said he, defiantly, "what of it?""What of it," exploded the other. "Why, it means that you'd look like blazes in a bathing-suit."They were again silent. The freckled man seemed ashamed. His tall companion glowered atthe scenery.