and several bags, including two for the cats. As we stood on the wharf together, we saw these trunks being hoisted aboard. Then we walked up the gang-plank and went to seek out his cabin. He did not like it, of course, and he hunted up the purser and asked to be transferred to another part of the boat. The ship was crowded and no other cabin was vacant, but the purser, spurred to extra effort by the tip which Peter handed him, promised to try to get him one of the officers' rooms. A little later this transfer was effected and, before I left the boat, 'Peter was installed in his new quarters. As I bade him farewell, I thought he looked a little wistful. I watched the boat pull out into the river.
Five hours later, as I was working in the tower of the New York Times, I was called to the telephone.
I said, Hello, and almost dropped the receiver, for I had heard Peter's voice from the other end of the wire.
I'm back on East Broadway, he groaned. Do come down.
When I arrived, I found him propped up in bed, drinking tea, which he shared with me.
I just couldn't go! It wouldn't have been right to go feeling the way I did about it. Something dreadful would have happened.
But I saw the boat cast off her moorings.
Peter grinned.
We were steaming down the river. I was very
