of him lying there, not denying any of our statements,
absolutely and positively saying nothing. To have one's friends asleep
now and then is very refreshing.

* * * * *

Off Walnut Street, below Fifth, and just east of the window where that
perfectly lovely damsel sits operating an adding machine--why is it, by
the way, that the girls who run adding machines are always so
marvellously fair? Is there some secret virtue in the process of adding
that makes one lovely? We feel sure that a subtracting engine would not
have that subtle beautifying effect--just below Fifth Street, we started
to say, there runs a little alley called (we believe) De Silver Court.
It is a sombre little channel between high walls and barred windows, but
it is a retreat we recommend highly to hay fever sufferers. For in one
of the buildings adjoining there seems to be a warehouse of some company
that makes an "aromatic disinfector." Wandering in there by chance, we
stood delighted at the sweet medicinal savour that was wafted on the
air. It had a most cheering effect upon our emunctory woes, and we
lingered so long, in a meditative and healing ecstasy, that young women
immured in the basement of the aromatic warehouse began to peer upward
from the barred windows of their basement and squeak with astonished and
nervous mirth. We blew a loud salute and moved away.

* * * * *

We entered a lunchroom on Broad Street for our favourite breakfast of
coffee and a pair of crullers. It was strangely early and only a few of
the flat-arm chairs were occupied. After dispatching the rations we
carefully filled our pipe. With us we had a copy of an agreeable book,
"The Calamities and Quarrels of Authors." It occurred to us that here,
in the brisk serenity of the morning, would be a charming opportunity
for a five-minute smoke and five pages of reading before attacking the
ardours and endurances of the day. Lovingly we applied the match to the
fuel. We began to read:

Of all the sorrows in which the female character may participate,
there are few more affecting than those of an authoress----

[Illustration]

A stern, white-coated official came over to us and tapped us on the
shoulder.

"There's a sign behind you," he said.

We looked, guiltily, and saw:

POSITIVELY
NO SMOKING

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The cocoateria on Eighth Street closes at one A. M. Between