a day for bedroom, parlor, and private bath. While for the same
accommodations the Carteret Arms asks only twenty. But the
Carteret has no tennis court; and then again, the Outlook has no
garage, nor are dogs allowed in the bedrooms."

As Kinney could not play lawn tennis, and as neither of us owned an
automobile or a dog, or twenty-four dollars, these details to me
seemed superfluous, but there was no health in pointing that out to
Kinney. Because, as he himself says, he has so vivid an
imagination that what he lacks he can "make believe" he has, and
the pleasure of possession is his.

Kinney gives a great deal of thought to his clothes, and the
question of what he should wear on his vacation was upon his mind.
When I said I thought it was nothing to worry about, he snorted
indignantly. "YOU wouldn't!" he said. "If I'D been brought up in
a catboat, and had a tan like a red Indian, and hair like a
Broadway blonde, I wouldn't worry either. Mrs. Shaw says you look
exactly like a British peer in disguise." I had never seen a
British peer, with or without his disguise, and I admit I was
interested.

"Why are the girls in this house," demanded Kinney, "always running
to your room to borrow matches? Because they admire your CLOTHES?
If they're crazy about clothes, why don't they come to ME for
matches?"

"You are always out at night," I said.

"You know that's not the answer," he protested. "Why do the type-