PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
"We'll look after the lady, sir," he said. "Don't worry."
With pen in hand Gordon found himself in a quandary. But one name was as good as another, and it wouldn't do to let the clerk see his hesitation. So he signed "Miss Mills, City," smiling at the thought that he was still uncertain of her name. They said good-night at the elevator door, shaking hands under the pessimistic regard of the page who waited with the paper parcel.
"At nine," said Gordon.
"I'll be ready," she answered.
Then the elevator shot upward and a moment later Gordon was out on the sidewalk, lighting a cigar, and wondering if it were not all just a dream.
