“Oh!  It is nothing much,” she replied.  “We cannot help thinking that you Americans are so queer.”

“Queer, or not!” I replied, stoutly, “we have things just as we want them wherever we go.  If we wanted to bring the punt up here and put it on the dining-table filled with flowers, Jimmie would let us,” to which she replied, “Fancy!”

The table was very pretty that night.  We had orange and black satin ribbon down the middle of it and across the sides, finishing in big bows.  The centrepiece was made of black-eyed Susans.  We women wore orange and black wherever we could, and the men wore their sweaters as they had been instructed.  The dinner was slow in coming on, so between courses we got up and danced.  Then the men sang college songs, much to the scandalisation of our English friends on the next boats, who seemed to regard dinner as a sacrament.  Peters, the butler, would lie in wait for us while we were dancing, to whisper as we careered past him: 

“Miss, the fowl is getting cold,” or “Miss, the ice cream is getting warm,” but he did it once too often, so Bee waltzed on his foot.  Whereat he limped off and we saw no more of him.

Soon the professional entertainers who ply up and down the river during Henley week discovered the “Ammurikins,” as they called us, and we had our first encounter that night with the Thames nigger, a creature painfully unlike that delightful commodity at home.  The Thames nigger is generally a cockney covered with blackening, which only alters his skin and does not change his accent.  To us it sounded deliciously funny to hear this self-styled African call us “Leddies,” and say “Halways” and say “’Aven’t yer, now?” They sang in a very indifferent manner, but were rather quick in their retorts.

Our large uninvited, but welcome audience, who had drawn so near that they could not use their oars and only pulled their boats along by the gunwales of the other boats, laughed at these witticisms rather inquiringly.  Always slightly unconvinced, they seemed to have no inward desire to laugh, but yielded politely to the requirements, owing to the niggers’ harlequin costume and blackened face.

To the student of human nature there is nothing so exquisitely ridiculous on the face of the globe as the typical British audience, at a show which appeals humourously to the intellect rather than to the eye.  For this reason the Princetonians were indefatigable in their conversation with the niggers, for the electric lights of the Lulu illuminated the faces of our audience, which soon, in addition to the strolling craft of the river, numbered many canoes from the neighbouring house-boats, who were attracted by the gaiety and lights, thus forming a typical river audience, thoroughly mixed, seemingly on pleasure bent, good humoured, well behaved, polite, stolid, British.

Jimmie is hospitable to the core of his being, and nothing pleased him better than to keep “open house-boat” for the entire floating population of the Thames during Henley week.  Every afternoon it was particularly the custom about tea time for boats containing music hall quartettes or a boatload of Geisha girls to pull up in front of the house-boat and regale the occupants with the latest music hall songs.