"That's all right. How're you feeling?"
"All right."
"That's good. Feel equal to a hurry-up slide down the fire-escape?"
"Well, I might if I had to. Say——"
"All right; that's just how it stands. You wriggle into your clothes now, and make a record doing it. You see, the hotel's on fire, and—and—gee! Don't talk like that, Brother Niblo, there are ladies in the next room. Good-by."
You bet I made record time, and got out in pretty decent order, considering that I carried all my clothes on my arms.
I always believe that telephone saved my life, though I never could quite forgive the impudence of the clerk.
Among his other accomplishments Benson writes fancy ads, and when I dropped in on him he was hard at work getting up a unique booklet.
My curiosity forced me to examine the cover, and I saw it was intended to puff the benefits to be derived from using Madam Tussaud's Hair Restorer.