"U-u-u-mm!" said the Demon. "I'll go with them."
"I shall also go with my child," said the mother. "James, you will go too."
But Breede had acted without waiting to talk.
"Other car'll be here, 'n' I telephoned for quarters on boat. 'S full up, but they'll manage. Chap might cut her throat."
"U-u-u-mm!" said the Demon.
"Half pas' ten," reminded Breede. "Hurry!"
Bean had accosted the waster.
"Always take fumed eggs for breakfast," he cautioned. "Of course, little fruit an tea an things."
"Your father's had a sudden call to Paris. We're going with him," said the Demon, appearing bonneted.
"What boat?" demanded the flapper in quick alarm.
"Your's," said the Demon.
"Jolly party, all together," said Bean cordially. "He coming, too?" He pointed to the old gentle man, but this it seemed had not been thought of.
"He better come too," insisted Bean. "I'm his young friend, and this is indeed a happy moment. Jus' little ol' las' year's steamer."
"You're tagging," accused the flapper viciously, turning to the Demon.
Bean awoke late that night, believing he was dead—that he had fallen in sleep and been
