"I don't go to a music hall to get infuriated," said Kelly.

"Trained dogs I don't mind," exclaimed Herrick. "Dogs are not
wild
animals. The things they're trained to do are of USE. They can
guard the house, or herd sheep. But a bear is a wild beast.
Always
will be a wild beast. You can't train him to be of use. It's
degrading to make him ride a bicycle. I hate it! If I'd known
there
were to be performing bears to-night, I wouldn't have come!"

"And if I'd known you were to be here to-night, I wouldn't have
come!" said Kelly. "Where do we go to next?"

They went next to a restaurant in a gayly decorated cellar. Into
this young men like themselves and beautiful ladies were so
anxious
to hurl themselves that to restrain them a rope was swung across
the entrance and page boys stood on guard. When a young man
became
too anxious to spend his money, the page boys pushed in his shirt
front. After they had fought their way to a table, Herrick
ungraciously remarked he would prefer to sup in a subway station.
The people, he pointed out, would be more human, the decorations
were much of the same Turkish-bath school of art, and the air was
no worse.

"Cheer up, Clarence!" begged Jackson, "you'll soon be dead.
To-morrow you'll be back among your tree-toads and sunsets. And,