“Is it? I feel that turning salesman and approaching a manager is like marching to the block.”
“Poor old dreamer! Suppose you stay home, and let me peddle the play.”
“Not much. I will shoulder my own pack.”
“I feel like a Crusader myself. I’d rather be me than anybody on earth.”
“The most extraordinary thing about you is your rapture,” he commented, seriously.
She ran away, singing “Then Longen folke to go on Pilgrimauges.”
The next day they set forth on their journey. Bambi left lists all over the house as reminders for the Professor. Ardelia had orders enough to manœuvre an army. The Professor went to the station with them, and absent-mindedly kissed Jarvis good-bye, which infuriated his victim and nearly sent Bambi into hysterics. As the train pulled out, she leaned from the window and called, “Go home, now, Professor!” and with a mechanical jerk he turned and started off in the direction indicated.
“I never leave him with any comfort,” she admitted to Jarvis. “He is so apt to mislay himself.”
“He always makes me think of a mechanical toy, ever since he told me that he always counted what
