She was again radiantly beautiful and smilingly happy.
Gridley coughed tentatively.

"Shall I open a bottle, sir ?" he asked.
Hopelessly Fred tossed his arms heavenward.
"Open a case!" he roared.
At ten o'clock, when they were still at table and reaching a state of such mutual appreciation that soon they would be calling each other by their first names, Gridley brought in a written message he had taken from the telephone.

It was a long-distance call from Yonkers, sent by James, the faithful chauffeur.
Fred read it aloud.
"I got that party the articles he needed," it read, "and saw him safe on a train to Boston.

On the way back I got arrested for speeding the car on the way down.

Please send money.