returned in September, brown, hard, energized, to thank Florian for the comfort of the outfit supplied him.

“I just want to tell you, Sykes, that that was a great little outfit you sold me. Yessir! Not a thing too much, and not a thing too little, either. Remember how I kicked about that air mattress? Well, say, it saved my life! I slept like a baby every night. And the trip! You’ve been there, haven’t you?”

Florian would smile and nod his head. His grateful customer would clap him on the shoulder. “Some pebble, that mountain!”

“Get to the top?” Florian would ask.

“Well, we didn’t do the peak. That is, not right to the top. Started to a couple of times, but the girls got tired, and we didn’t