Gee! it's a big place. Say, that Westminster
Abbey's a great place. I was in there a couple of times.
More darn tombs of kings and stuff. And I see a bishop,
with leggins on! But I got kind of lonely. I thought of
you a lot of times. Wished we could go out and get an ale
together. Maybe pick up a couple of pretty girls."
"Oh, you sport!... Say, didn't get over to gay Paree, did you?"
"Nope.... Well, I guess I'd better beat it now.
Got to move in--I'm at a hotel. You will come down and see
me to-night, won't you?"
"So you thought of me, eh?... Yuh--sure, old socks.
I'll be down to-night. And I'll get right after that job."
It is doubtful whether Mr. Wrenn would ever have returned
to the Zapps' had he not promised to see Charley there.
Even while he was carrying his suit-case down West Sixteenth,
broiling by degrees in the sunshine, he felt like rushing
up to Charley's and telling him to come to the hotel instead.
Lee Theresa, taking the day off with a headache,
answered the bell, and ejaculated:
"Well! So it's you, is it?"
"I guess it is.
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