She could swim like a Tahitian, and before daybreak on sultry summer mornings often stole down to the river to strike out in the moon-silvered current. "Ain't you ashamed to be seen that way?" reproachfully inquired an astonished police officer, one morning, upon encountering Dolly coming up the levee, with a single wet garment clinging about her, and wringing out the water from her frizzly hair."Dolly: An Idyl of the Levee" (1876)
"Only the pretty moon saw me," replied Dolly, turning her dark eyes gratefully to the rich light.
I imagine this scene as it might have been illustrated by George Herriman, (who knew a bit about levees and moons), with Krazy Kat as the swimmer and a disapproving but benevolent Offissa Pup.
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"Only the pretty moon saw me" sounds definitively Krazy-Kat-esque.
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