When they were comin' out, a queer lookin' specimen who opened the door wished 'em happiness.

'Fair weather to you an' your wife, sir,' he said; an' Mr.Curtis--that's my fare's name, I asked him--said something about havin' finished one long voyage an' beginnin' another.

Then the fun began.

I was just startin' the machine when a private auto dashes up, an' out jumps a foreign-lookin' swell.

The girl spots him, an' screams his name--Count Vaseline it sounded like--an' he shouts, 'Here we are, Valtaw'-- p'raps that was his way of sayin' Walter--'Got 'em, by-- You see after Hermione.