For a man in such straits as I now found myself, the hire of a lorry was a consideration; and yet even that I could have faced, if I had had anywhere to drive to after it was hired.
Hysterical laughter seized upon me as I beheld (in imagination) myself, the waggoner, and the Genius of Muskegon, standing in the public view of Paris, without the shadow of a destination; perhaps driving at last to the nearest rubbish heap, and dumping there, among the ordures of a city, the beloved child of my invention.

From these extremities I was relieved by a seasonable offer, and I parted from the Genius of Muskegon for thirty francs.

Where she now stands, under what name she is admired or criticised, history does not inform us; but I like to think she may adorn the shrubbery of some suburban tea-garden, where holiday shop-girls hang their hats upon the mother, and their swains (by way of an approach of gallantry) identify the winged infant with the god of love.
In a certain cabman's eating-house on the outer boulevard I got credit for my midday meal.

Supper I was supposed not to require, sitting down nightly to the delicate table of some rich acquaintances.

This arrangement was extremely ill-considered.