of him, so that he took follow-up letters and the celerity of
office-boys as the only serious things in the world. He was
strong, alive, not at all a bad chap, merely efficient.

"Well, Wrenn, I suppose there's no use of rubbing it in. Course
you know what I think about the whole thing. It strikes me
you're a fool to leave a good job. But, after all, that's your
business, not ours. We like you, and when you get tired of
being just a bum, why, come back; we'll always try to have a job
open for you. Meanwhile I hope you'll have a mighty good time,
old man. Where you going? When d'yuh start out?"

"Why, first I'm going to just kind of wander round generally.
Lots of things I'd like to do. I think I'll get away real soon
now.... Thank you awfully, Mr. Guilfogle, for keeping a place
open for me. Course I prob'ly won't need it, but gee! I sure do
appreciate it."

"Say, I don't believe you're so plumb crazy about leaving us,
after all, now that the cards are all dole out. Straight now,
are you?"

"Yes, sir, it does make me feel a little blue--been here so
long. But it'll be awful good to get out at sea."

"Yuh, I know, Wrenn. I'd like to go traveling myself--I
suppose you fellows think I wouldn't care to go bumming around
like you do and never have to worry about how the firm's going
to break even. But--Well, good-by, old man, and don't
forget us. Drop me a line now and then and let me know how