"Ah, Tom; glad to see you again!"
"Thank you, sir; is this all the luggage?"
"That's all, Tom. Have an eye to Mr. Comly's bag; he's stopping with me."
Archie dragged himself into a handsome limousine that was brought to the curb by a chauffeur as impeccably tailored as the footman.
"Well, George, how are things with you?" asked the Governor pleasantly.
"Very good, sir; things running very smoothly, sir."
"Drive directly home, please.
"We may wander to our hearts' content, Archie, but there's no place like home, particularly when it's little old New York," remarked the Governor, sinking back contentedly.