dealers haven't made a report as yet, but if you
wish an advance I should be happy to--"

"To-morrow?" says I.

"Certainly," says he. "Say five thousand--ten--"

"Make it five," says I. "May I call up Mr. Robert from here?"

Mrs. Robert Ellins tells me this is his night at the club, so all I has
to do is hop a Fifth Avenue stage, and in less'n twenty minutes he's
broke away from his billiard game and is listenin' while I state the
situation to him.

"Course," says I, "it would bump Auntie some, but seems to me it's
comin' to her."

"Quite a reasonable conclusion," says he.

"It ain't as if she needed Vee," I goes on. "She's just got in the
habit of havin' her 'round. That might be all right, too, if she
didn't have the travel bug so bad. But with her keepin' on the wing so
constant-- Well, I'm no bloomin' sea-gull. And when you're engaged,
this long-distance stuff ought to be ruled out. It's got to be."

"The way you suggest ought to accomplish that," says Mr. Robert.

"What sticks me is where to camp down afterwards," says I. "I've been
lookin' around some, but--"

"By Jove!" says Mr. Robert, slappin' his knee. "Who was it that was
bothering me just after dinner? Waddy Crane! He's been pretending to
be an artist, you know; but now he's got hold of his money, it's all
off. He's going to start a bandbox theater in Chicago, elevate the
drama, all that sort of thing. And that studio apartment of his up in
the Fifties would be the very thing for you two. Wants to unload the
lease and furnishings. Oh, Waddy has excellent taste in rugs and old
mahogany. And it will be a rare bargain; I shall see to that. What do
you say?"

Bein' in the plungin' mood, I said I'd take a chance.

"Good!" says Mr. Robert. "I'll have it all arranged before midnight.
But when and where does the--er--affair come off?"

"I'm just plottin' that out," says I. "Could I sort of count on you
and Mrs. Ellins for to-morrow evenin', say?"

"At your service," says Mr. Robert.

"Then I'll think up a place and see if I can pull it," says I.

If it hadn't been for that little detail of visitin' the license bureau
I wouldn't have sprung it on Vee until the last minute. As it is, I
has to toll her downtown with a bid to luncheon, and then I suggests
visitin' City Hall. She's wise in a minute, too.

"It's no use, Torchy," says she. "I've promised Auntie that, whatever
else I did, I would never run away to be married."