uld summon a whole Regiment of high-born and patrician Down-and-Outers.
Most of the Titles were slightly worm-eaten and spotted with Scale,
but nevertheless Genuine.

It was Nuts for Claudine to assemble all of the Noblemen to be picked
up around the Lobby and give them a free run and jump at the Carte du
Jour.

Her Dinners soon became the talk of the Chambermaids employed at the
Hotel.

Any one willing to cut loose on Caviar and stuff raised under Glass
will never have to dine alone in gay Paree.

Whenever Elam made a noise like 1000 Frogs he found a lot of well-bred
Connoisseurs at his Elbow, all ready to have something unusual brought
up from the Cellar.

The securing of an Invitation to one of Claudine's formal Dinners was
almost as difficult as getting into Luna Park.

However, the list of guests sounded Real when sent back to America and
printed for the entertainment of persons living in Boarding-Houses.
Claudine became slightly puffed. When she found herself between a
couple of perfumed Lads wearing Medals she would give Friend Husband
the Office to move to one side and curl up in the Grass and not ruin
the Ensemble by butting in.

Elam was usually at the foot of the Table behind a mass of Orchids.
Once in a while he would try to crowd into the Conversation just to let
them know that old Ready Money was still present, but every time he
came up Dearie would do her blamedest to Bean him and put him out of
the Game.

Claudine could make a stab at the new Pictures in the Salon and even
run nimbly around the edge of the Futurist vogue.

Elam was ready to discuss Steamship Lines or Railway Accommodations,
but when he was put against the Tall Brows he began to burn low and
smell of the Wick.

Often, when surfeited with Truffles, he would wonder what had become of
the Green Corn, the K. and K., the regular Chicken with Giblets, the
Hot Cherry Pie, the smoking Oyster Stew, and the Smearcase with Chives,
such as Gusta used to send in.

These reminders of a lowly Past were very distasteful to Claudine.
Once he talked in his Sleep about Cod-fish Balls, and next morning she
lit on him something ramfugious.

After the Parisian triumphs it seemed a safe bet to return home and
make a new effort to mingle with the Face-Cards.

This time they took a House in New York and went after Grand Opera as
if they knew what it was about.

The Son of an earl consented to Buttle for them. He refused them
Butter with thei