" To my astonishment I ate heartily, even in such raffish
surroundings. In fact, I found myself pigging it with the rest of
them. With coffee, cigars were brought from the tobacconist's
next-door, each cabman present accepting one. Our own man was plainly
feeling a vast pride in his party, and now circulated among his
fellows with an account of our merits.
"This is what I call life," said the Tuttle person, leaning back in
his chair.
"I'm coming right back here every day," declared Cousin Egbert
happily.
"What's the matter with a little drive to see some well-known objects
of interest?" inquired his friend.
"Not art galleries," insisted Cousin Egbert.
"And not churches," said his friend. "Every day's been Sunday with me
long enough."
"And not clothing stores," said Cousin Egbert firmly. "The Colonel
here is awful fussy about my clothes," he added.
"Is, heh?" inquired his friend. "How do you like this hat of mine?" he
asked, turning to me. It was that sudden I nearly fluffed the catch,
but recovered myself in time.
"I should consider it a hat of sound wearing properties, sir," I said.
He took it off, examined it carefully, and replaced it.
"So far, so good," he said gravely. "But why be fussy about clothes
when God has given you only one life to live?"
"Don't argue about religion," warned Cousin Egbert.
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