Mr. Byrd paid a Check that represented One Month's Board down where Jim
lived. They fell into a Horseless Hansom and went to see the Hity-Tity
Variety and Burlesque Aggregation in a new Piece entitled "Hooray!
Hooray!" Jim sat in a Box for the First Time, and wanted to throw Money
on the Stage. The Head Usher had to come around once in a while to ask
him not to let his Feet hang over, and to remember that the Company
could do all the Singing without any Help from him. Mr. Byrd sat back
slightly Flushed and watched the Country Customer make a Show of
himself. It was an Old Story to him. He knew that the quiet School
Trustee kind of a Man who goes Home at Sundown for 364 Days in the Year,
with the Morning Steak and a Roll of Reading Matter under his Arm, is
the worst Indian in the World when he does find himself among the Tall
Houses and gets it Up his Nose.

He allowed Jim to stand and Yell when the Chorus struck the Grand
Finale, and a little later on, when they had chartered a low-necked
Carriage and Jim wanted to get up and Drive, he Stood for it, although
he had to make a Pretty Talk to a couple of Policemen before he landed
Jim at the Hotel.

If this were a Novel, there would be a Row of Stars inserted right here.

The Sun was high in the Heavens when the Country Customer opened his
Eyes and tried to Remember and then tried to Forget. Some one was
sitting at his Bedside. It was Mr. Byrd, the Long-Distance Entertainer,
looking as Sweet and Cool as a Daisy.

"Before I give you the Photograph of Myself which you requested last
Night, would you care for anything in the way of Ice Water?" he asked.