A good many of them were willing to talk. I told them what a big
thing the page was going to be, and I--well, I said the more they
helped me the finer it would turn out. I said it seemed a shame there
shouldn't be an up-town page when such swell entertainments were
given. I've got a lot of stuff there."

Galton laughed.

"You'd get it," he said. "If you knew how to handle it, you'd make it
a hit. Well, take it along. If it isn't right tomorrow, it's done
for."

Tembarom didn't tell stories or laugh at dinner that evening. He said
he had a headache. After dinner he bolted upstairs after Little Ann,
and caught her before she mounted to her upper floor.

"Will you come and save my life again?" he said. "I'm in the tightest
place I ever was in in my life."

"I'll do anything I can, Mr. Tembarom," she answered, and as his face
had grown flushed by this time she looked anxious. "You look
downright feverish."

"I've got chills as well as fever," he said. "It's the page. It seems
like I was going to fall down on it."

She turned back at once.

"No you won't, Mr. Tembarom," she said "I'm just right-down sure you
won't."