Confidentially leaning across the counter, Mr. Wrenn murmured:
"Say, I read your ad. about wanting cattlemen. I want to make
a trip to Europe. How--?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, Mistaire. I feex you up right away.
Ten dollars pleas-s-s-s."

"Well, what does that entitle me to?"

"I tole you I feex you up. Ha! Ha! I know it; you are a
gentleman; you want a nice leetle trip on Europe. Sure. I feex
you right up. I send you off on a nice easy cattleboat where you
won't have to work much hardly any. Right away it goes. Ten
dollars pleas-s-s-s."

"But when does the boat start? Where does it start from?" Mr.
Wrenn was a bit confused. He had never met a man who grimaced
so politely and so rapidly.

"Next Tuesday I send you right off."

Mr. Wrenn regretfully exchanged ten dollars for a card informing
Trubiggs, Atlantic Avenue, Boston, that Mr. "Ren" was to be
"ship 1st poss. catel boat right away and charge my acct. fee
paid Baraieff." Brightly declaring "I geef you a fine ship,"
M. Baraieff added, on the margin of the card, in copper-plate
script, "Best ship, easy work." He caroled, "Come early next
Tuesday morning, "and bowed out Mr. Wrenn like a Parisian
shopkeeper. The row of waiting servant-girls curtsied as though