ully clothed as far up as her Neck and didn't have the
Nerve to hoist the Lorgnette.

Elam went out and had himself draped by a swagger Tailor who was said
to do a lot of Work for the Vanderbilt Boys.

In his Afternoon Wear he resembled the Manager of a Black-Goods
Department.

After donning the complete Soup and Fish, known in swozzey circles as
Thirteen and the Odd, he didn't look as much like a Waiter as one might
have supposed. He looked more like the 'Bus who takes away the Dishes.

Claudine yielded herself up to a Modiste. The Good Woman from out of
Town was a trifle Long in the Tooth at this stage of our Narrative,
but Mme. Bunk convinced her that she was about half way between the
Trundle Bed and her First Party.

She ordered all the Chic Novelties recommended for Flappers, so that
Elam began to walk about ten feet behind her, wondering vaguely if his
family was still respectable.

The new Harness and a careless habit of counting Money in Public soon
gave them an enviable Reputation in the principal Cafes, although they
could not observe that they were moving any nearer to the Newport
Colony.

The shift from Pig's Knuckles to Ambrosia and Nectar had been a little
sudden for Elam, and sometimes, when they were darting hither and
thither, from Road-House to Play-House and thence to the Louis XIV
Sitting-Room by way of the Tango-Joint, he would moan a little and act
like a Quitter.

Whereupon Claudine would jack him up and tell him to pull out his Cuffs
and push back the Forelock and try to be Human.

No use. He was strictly Ritz-Carlton from the Pumps to the Topper, but
the word "Boob" was plainly stenciled on the glossy Front.

When they had conquered all the Eating-Places in the Tenderloin they
moved on to Europe, where they were just as welcome as Influenza.

It was great to sit in the Savoy at the Supper Hour, surrounded by the
best known people mentioned in the Court Circulars.

It was indeed a privilege for Elam and Claudine to be among the British
Cousins, even if the British Cousins did not seem to place Elam and
Claudine.

Looking in any direction they could see naught but frosty and
forbidding Shoulder Blades.

After partaking of their Sole and Grouse and winning a pleasant "Good-
Night" from the Chevalier in the Check-Room, they would escape to their
Apartments and talk to the Dog.

In Paris they did better.

They learned that by going out on the Boulevard and whistling, they
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