friends with a dressmaker or two they'd tell you what the wedding
things were really made of. Women do like their clothes to be
described right."




CHAPTER III


His work upon the page began the following week. When the first
morning of his campaign opened with a tumultuous blizzard, Jim Bowles
and Julius Steinberger privately sympathized with him as they dressed
in company, but they heard him whistling in his own hall bedroom as
he put on his clothes, and to none of the three did it occur that
time could be lost because the weather was inhuman. Blinding snow was
being whirled through the air by a wind which had bellowed across the
bay, and torn its way howling through the streets, maltreating people
as it went, snatching their breath out of them, and leaving them
gaspingly clutching at hats and bending their bodies before it.
Street-cars went by loaded from front to back platform, and were
forced from want of room to whizz heartlessly by groups waiting
anxiously at street corners.

Tembarom saw two or three of them pass in this way, leaving the
waiting ones desperately huddled together behind them. He braced
himself and whistled louder as he buttoned his celluloid collar.

"I'm going to get up to Harlem all the same," he said. "The 'L' will
be just as jammed, but there'll be a place somewhere, and I'll get