"when Eunice married you, Sanford. Mr. Mason is so much more
intellectual and Mr. Hendricks so much better looking."

"Thank you, lady!" and Embury bowed gravely. "But you see, I
have that--er--indescribable charm--that nobody can resist."

"You have, you rascal!" and Miss Ames beamed on him. "And I
think this a favorable moment to ask a favor of your Royal
Highness."

"Out with it. I'll grant it, to the half of my kingdom, but
don't dip into the other half."

"Well, it's a simple little favor, after all. I want to go out
to Newark to-morrow in the big car--"

"Newark, New Jersey?"

"Is there any other?"

"Yep; Ohio."

"Well, the New Jersey one will do me, this time. Oh, Sanford, do
let me go! A man is going to will another man--blindfolded, you
know--to find a thingumbob that he hid--nobody knows where--and
he can't see a thing, and he doesn't know anybody and the guide
man is Mr. Mortimer--don't you remember, his mother used to live
in Cambridge? she was an Emmins--well, anyway, it's the most
marvelous exhibition of thought transference, or mind-reading,
that has ever been shown--and I must go. Do let me?--please,