restore herself with a stick of chewing-gum.
"Fillmore, darling, you're the sweetest thing on earth, and I love you,
but on present form you could just walk straight into Bloomingdale and
they'd give you the royal suite."

"My dear girl..."

"What do you think?" demanded Miss Winch, turning to Sally.

"I've just been telling him," said Sally, welcoming this ally, "I
think it's absurd at this stage of things for him to put on an enormous
revue..."

"Revue?" Miss Winch stopped in the act of gnawing her gum. "What revue?"
She flung up her arms. "I shall have to swallow this gum," she said.
"You can't chew with your head going round. Are you putting on a revue
too?"

Fillmore was buttoning and unbuttoning his waistcoat. He had a hounded
look.

"Certainly, certainly," he replied in a tone of some feverishness. "I
wish you girls would leave me to manage..."

"Dippy!" said Miss Winch once more. "Telegraphic address: Tea-Pot,
Matteawan." She swivelled round to Sally again. "Say, listen! This boy
must be stopped. We must form a gang in his best interests and get
him put away. What do you think he proposes doing? I'll give you three
guesses. Oh, what's the use? You'd never hit it. This poor wandering lad
has got it all fixed up to star me--me--in a new show!"

Fillmore removed a hand from his waistcoat buttons and waved it
protestingly.

"I have used my own judgment..."

"Yes, sir!" proceeded Miss Winch, riding over the interruption. "That's
what he's planning to spring on an unsuspicious public. I'm sitting
peacefully in my room at the hotel in Chicago, pronging a few cents'
worth of scrambled eggs and reading the morning paper, when the
telephone rings. Gentleman below would like to see me. Oh, ask him to
wait. Business of flinging on a few clothes. Down in elevator. Bright
sunrise effects in lobby."

"What on earth do you mean?"

"The gentleman had a head of red hair which had to be seen to be
believed," explained Miss Winch. "Lit up the lobby. Management had
switched off all the electrics for sake of economy. An Englishman he
was. Nice fellow. Named Kemp."

"Oh, is Ginger in Chicago?" said Sally. "I wondered why he wasn't on his
little chair in the outer office.

"I sent Kemp to Chicago," said Fillmore, "to have a look at the show. It
is my policy, if I am unable to pay periodical visits myself, to send a
representative..."

"Save it up for the long winter evenings," advised Miss Winch, cutting
in on th