He was so celebrated that nobody even thought of asking who he was or where he came from.

They merely told one another, and repeated it, that he was _the_ celebrated Yahi-Bahi.
They added for those who needed the knowledge that the name was pronounced Yahhy-Bahhy, and that the doctrine taught by Mr.Yahi-Bahi was Boohooism.

This latter, if anyone inquired further, was explained to be a form of Shoodooism, only rather more intense.

In fact, it was esoteric--on receipt of which information everybody remarked at once how infinitely superior the Oriental peoples are to ourselves.
Now as Mrs.Rasselyer-Brown was always a leader in everything that was done in the best circles on Plutoria Avenue, she was naturally among the first to visit Mr.Yahi-Bahi.
"My dear," she said, in describing afterwards her experience to her bosom friend, Miss Snagg, "it was _most_ interesting.

We drove away down to the queerest part of the City, and went to the strangest little house imaginable, up the narrowest stairs one ever saw--quite Eastern, in fact, just like a scene out of the Koran." "How fascinating!" said Miss Snagg.