we used to drive to the carriage. Have they got them yet?”
“They have,” said Thomas, feelingly. “And they’ll have ’em ten years from now. The life of the royal elephantibus truckhorseibus is one hundred and forty-nine years. I’m the coachman. Just got my reappointment five minutes ago. Let’s all ride up in a surface car—that is—er—if Annie will pay the fares.”
On the Broadway car Annie handed each one of the prodigals a nickel to pay the conductor.
“Seems to me you are mighty reckless the way you throw large sums of money around,” said Thomas sarcastically.
“In that purse,” said Annie decidedly, “is exactly $11.85. I shall take every cent of it to-morrow and give it to Professor Cherubusco, the greatest man in the world.”
“Well,” said Thomas, “I guess he must be a pretty fly guy to pipe off things the way he does. I’m glad his spooks told him where you could find me. If you’ll give me his address, some day I’ll go up there, myself, and shake his hand.”
Presently Thomas moved tentatively in his seat, and thoughtfully felt an abrasion or two on his knees and elbows.
“Say, Annie,” said he confidentially, “maybe it’s one of the last dreams of the booze, but I’ve a kind of a recollection of riding in an automobile with a swell guy
