say so in the first place. Who you got to see, anyway?” She knew it was useless to ask. She knew she was beating her fists against a stone wall, but she must needs ask notwithstanding: “Who you got to see?”

“I got to see a party. I forgot.” He made the car step in two long strides; had swung himself up. “So long!” The car door slammed after him. Miss Bauers, in her unavailing silks, stood disconsolate on the hot street corner.

He swayed on the car platform until Sixty-third Street was reached. There he alighted and stood a moment at the curb surveying idly the populous corner. He purchased a paper bag of hot peanuts from a vender’s glittering scarlet and nickel stand, and crossed the street into the pathway that led to Jackson Park, munching