“I beg your pardon,” said Mr. McKee with dignity, “I didn't know I was touching it.”

“All right,” I agreed, “I'll be glad to.”

� I was standing beside his bed and he was sitting up between the sheets, clad in his underwear, with a great portfolio in his hands.

“Beauty and the Beast � Loneliness � Old Grocery Horse � Brook'n Bridge � .”

Then I was lying half asleep in the cold lower level of the Pennsylvania Station, staring at the morning “Tribune” and waiting for the four o'clock train.