ILLUSTRATIONS
[“I beg your pardon. Is this a private raft?”]
[“Mr. Moreton, the Newport boat leaves at five-thirty”]
[“I’ll be there in five minutes, in a little blue car”]
[“Suppose you find you do hate being poor?”]
CONTENTS
| [Chapter I] |
| [Chapter II] |
| [Chapter III] |
Chapter I
The editor of that much-abused New York daily, Liberty, pushed back his editorial typewriter and opened one letter in the pile which the office-boy—no respecter of persons—had just laid upon the desk while whistling a piercing tune between his teeth.
The letter said: