er sold, and newsboys kell me on sight. I hav but you
and God--and God has forget!

TUFIK.

We were discouraged and so, clearly, was Tufik. For ten days we did not
hear from him, except that a flirty little Syrian boy called for the ten
dollars on Saturday and brought a pair of Tufik's shoes for us to have
resoled. But one day Tish telephoned in some excitement and said that
Tufik was there and wanted us to go to a wedding.

"His little sister's wedding!" she explained. "The dear child is all
excited. He says it has been going on for two days and this is the day
of the ceremony."

Aggie was spending the afternoon with me, and spoke up hastily.

"Ask her if I have time to go home and put on my broadcloth," she said.
"I'm not fixed for a wedding."

Tish said there was no time. She would come round with the machine and
we were to be ready in fifteen minutes. Aggie hesitated on account of
intending to wash her hair that night and so not having put up her
crimps; but she finally agreed to go and Tish came for us. Tufik was in
the machine. He looked very tidy and wore the shoes we had had repaired,
a pink carnation in his buttonhole, and an air of suppressed excitement.

"At last," he said joyously while Tish cranked the car--"at last my
friends see my three mothers! They think Tufik only talks--now they
see! And the priest will bless my mothers on this so happy day."

Tish having crawled panting from her exertion into the driver's seat and
taken the wheel, in sheer excess of boyish excitement he leaned over and
kissed the hand nearest him.

The janitor's small boy was on the curb watching, and at that he set up
a yell of joy. We left him calling awful things after us and Tish's face
was a study; but soon the care of the machine made her forget everything
else.

The Syrian quarter was not impressive. It was on a hillside above the
Russian Jewish colony, and consisted of a network of cobble-paved
alleys, indescribably dirty and incredibly steep. In one or two of these
alleys Tish was obliged to turn the car and go up backward, her machine
climbing much better on the reverse gear. Crowds of children followed
us; dogs got under the wheels and apparently died, judging by the
yelps--only to follow us with undiminished energy after they had picked
themselves up. We fought and won a battle with a barrel of ashes and
came out victorious but dusty; and at last, as Tufik made a lordly
gesture, we stopped at an angle o