But we used to chin about it just for the fun of the thing.
One of the boys made up a thing about one of us saving Reuben S.'s
life--dragging him from under a runaway auto and, when he says, 'What
can I do to show my gratitude, young man?' him handing out his catalogue
and saying, 'I should like to call your attention to the Delkoff, sir,'
and getting him to promise he'd never use any other, as long as he
lived!"
Reuben S. Vanderpoel's daughter laughed as spontaneously as any girl
might have done. G. Selden laughed with her. At any rate, she hadn't got
mad, so far.
"That was what did it," he went on. "When I rode away on my bike I got
thinking about it and could not get it out of my head. The next day I
just stopped on the road and got off my wheel, and I says to myself:
'Look here, business is business, if you ARE travelling in Europe and
lunching at Buckingham Palace with the main squeeze. Get busy! What'll
the boys say if they hear you've missed a chance like this? YOU hit the
pike for Stornham Castle, or whatever it's called, and take your nerve
with you! She can't do more than have you fired out, and you've been
fired before and got your breath after it. So I turned round and made
time.
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