"What's all this
about? And why didn't somebody meet me? I telegraphed.
You didn't get it? Well, I forgive you. Howdy-do,
Peter? I suppose you are Peter. I hope you haven't been
acting devilish again. That seems to be your specialty.
Now don't smile that Mephistophelian smile at me. It
doesn't frighten me. Von Gerhard, take him down to his
hotel. I'm dying for my kimono and bed. And this child
is trembling like a race-horse. Now run along, all of
you. Things that look greenery-yallery at night always
turn pink in the morning. Great Heavens! There's somebody
calling down from the second-floor landing. It sounds
like a landlady. Run, Dawn, and tell her your perfectly
respectable sister has come. Peter! Von Gerhard!
Mr. Blackie! Shoo!"
CHAPTER XIX
A TURN OF THE WHEEL
"You who were ever alert to befriend a man
You who were ever the first to defend a man,
You who had always the money to lend a man
Down on his luck and hard up for a V,
Sure you'll be playing a harp in beatitude
(And a quare sight you will be in that attitude)
Some day, where gratitude seems but a platitude,
You'll find your latitude."
From my desk I could see Peter standing in the doorway of
the news editor's room.
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