“You must be crazy,” he said.
“Positively guaranteed,” I told him. “We’re so crazy that a crazy quilt is sensible compared to us.”
“If you want to see me, come up here,” he said. “Are you afraid to come up?”
“Afraid?” I said. “Didn’t we go right into the same film with President Harding? Who’s afraid of you? Not I, quoth he. I can’t come up because I can’t go off the track and your front steps are about thirty feet too far north.”
“You’re one of those scouts,” he said.
“Tell me something new,” I said; “did you think I didn’t know that? Maybe you don’t know I’m a famous movie star; we’re all stars, we’re known as the big dipper. Did you ever hear of Douglas Saving Banks?”
“Sure,” he said.
“Well, I’m not him,” I told him. “Come on down, will you?”
He looked across the street and saw the rest of the fellows and I guess he must have seen the big leather box with Copley Film Corporation on it. Anyway, he just stared. Then he came over to the end of the porch and sat on the railing and said,