,--agreeing to make the whole distance, unload,
place the furniture, and unpack the china before leaving that night.
We need not lift a hand. All we had to do was to go to a hotel for one
night, and take a train for Clovertown the next morning.
It was almost too easy. I reflected what "moving" meant to people who
live in small towns where such conveniences do not exist. Verily, New
York might be noisy, but she was a city of superb conveniences. Only
Paris excels her in her purveying shops, for in Paris one can buy the
wing of a chicken only, and that just around the corner, while in New
York one must buy at least the whole fowl (and pay the price of a house
and lot in Louisville, let me pause to remark!), but in justice I must
also add that such luxuries are also "just around the corner."
By implicitly following Mary's advice we saw everything safely placed
in the vans and move majestically from our door. Then we betook
ourselves to the Waldorf, with our "glad rags," as Jimmie had
commanded, in our suit-cases, and dined in state, and went to Weber and
Fields afterward. Jimmie wanted me to hear Weber persuade Lillian
Russell to invest in oil.
Now at that, the Angel and Mrs. Jimmie simply smiled indulgently.
While Jimmie and I reeled in our seats and clutched each other's
sleeves and shrieked (in as ladylike a manner as we could), while tears
poured down our cheeks and our ribs cramped and our breath failed.
That is the way Jimmie and I enjoy things. That is also why we can
stand it to travel in the same party, and not come home hating each
other.
But all the time, even in the midst of the fun, my mind turned lovingly
toward the warehouse where our precious furniture reposed, safely
packed in those huge red vans.
Jimmie noticed my preoccupation, and said:
"If you could take your mind off coal-scuttles long enough, I would
like to ask you what you thought of Prince Henry? Aubrey says you met
him last week."
"We did, we met him the same day we bought the ice-box," I answered.
"Ye gods!" growled Jimmie, in deep disgust. "Think of remembering a
royal prince by the day you bought the ice-box!"
"What most impressed you, dear?" inquired Mrs. Jimmie, sweetly.
"The price!" I answered, cheerfully. "It was a slightly damaged
article, so we got it for less than half the original cost of it. You
know I do love a bargain, Mrs. Jimmie."
"I meant the prince, dear," said Mrs. Jimmie.
"However, if sh
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