"Jiminy!" exclaimed McAllister. "You don't say so! What luck!"
"Fust time for me, too," added Aggam.
After this burst of confidence the three rode in utter silence. At the Metropole the clubman jumped out and bade his companions good-night.
As the cabby gathered up the reins preparatory to a fresh start, Aggam leaned forward rather apologetically.
"You must hexcuse me," he remarked, "but I don't want to sail hunder false colors, and I feel as if I hort to s'y that while I'm a Socialist, I 'ave no particular sympathy with Sabbatarianism."
"Well, neither have I," replied McAllister encouragingly, an answer which probably puzzled Mr. Aggam for a fortnight.
McAllister's Marriage
I
The Bar Harbor train slowly came to a stop beside a little wooden station. From over the marshes crept a breath of salty freshness that tried vainly to steal in through the open windows of the Pullman, only intensifying the stifling heat inside.