fellow. "But, Mr. Spring Fragrance, don't invite any other white fellows. If you do not I shall be able to get in a scoop. You know, I'm a sort of honorary reporter for the Gleaner." "Very well," absently answered Mr. Spring Fragrance.
"Of course, your friend the Consul will be present. I shall call it 'A high-class Chinese stag party!"'
In spite of his melancholy mood, Mr. Spring Fragrance smiled.
"Everything is 'high-class' in America," he observed.
"Sure!" cheerfully assented the young man. "Haven't you ever heard that all Americans are princes and princesses, and just as soon as a foreigner puts his foot upon our shores, he also becomes of the nobility—I mean, the royal family."
"What about my brother in the Detention Pen?" dryly inquired Mr. Spring Fragrance.
"Now, you've got me," said the young man, rubbing his head. "Well, that is a shame—'a beastly shame,' as the Englishman says. But understand, old fellow, we that are real Americans are up against that —even more than you. It is against our principles."
"I offer the real Americans my consolations
