"He's mighty different from Biker," said Mrs. Munsberg in an
undertone.

"Vhere's dod oder feller?" inquired Munsberg. "He vas a dam fool, dot
oder feller, half corned most de time, an' puttin' on Clarence airs.
No one was goin' to give him nothin'. He made folks mad at de start."

"I've got his job," said Tembarom, "and if I can't make it go, the
page will be given up. It'll be my fault if that happens, not
Harlem's. There's society enough up-town to make a first-class page,
and I shall be sick if I can't get on to it."

He had begun to know his people. Munsberg was a good- natured,
swaggering little Hebrew.

That the young fellow should make a clean breast of it and claim no
down-town superiority, and that he should also have the business
insight to realize that he might obtain valuable society items from
such a representative confectioner as M. Munsberg, was a situation to
incite amiable sentiments.

"Vell, you didn't come to de wrong place," he said. "All de biggest
things comes to me, an' I don't mind tellin' you about 'em. 'T ain't
goin' to do no harm. Weddings an' things dey ought to be wrote up,
anyhow, if dey're done right. It's good for business. Vy don't dey
have no pictures of de supper- tables? Dot'd be good."

"There's lots of receptions and weddings this month," said Mrs.
Munsberg, becoming agreeably excited. "And there's plenty handsome