"Tied the can to you, did they?" says I.
"I was discharged, sir," says Cyril. "The proprietor objected to my talking so much to customers. I suppose he was quite right. One of my many failings, sir."
"I believe you," says I. "So you took up b.u.t.tling, eh? Wa"n"t that some nervy jump?"
"I considered it a helpful step in my career," says he.
"Your which?" says I.
"Perhaps I should put it," says he, "that the work seemed to offer the discipline which would make me most useful to our n.o.ble order."
And as he says the last two words he puts his palms at right angles to his ears, thumbs in, and bows three times.
"Eh?" says I, gawpin".
"I refer," says Cyril, "to the Brotherhood of the Sacred Owls, which is also named the Sublime Order of Humility and Wisdom."
And once more he does the ear wigwag. Believe me, he had us all gaspin".
"Vurra good, Eddie!" says I. "Sacred Owls, eh? What is that--one of these insurance schemes?"
"There are both mortuary and sick benefits appertaining to membership,"
says Cyril, "but our chief aim and purpose is to acquire humility and wisdom. It so happens that I have been named as candidate for Grand Organizer of the East, and at our next solemn conclave, to be held--"
"I get you," says I. "I can see where you might find some practice in bein" humble by b.u.t.tlin", but how about gettin" wise?"
"With humility comes wisdom, as our public ritual has it," says Cyril.
"In the text-book which I studied--"The Perfect Butler"--there was very little about being humble, however. But my cousin, who conducts an employment agency, a.s.sured me that could only be acquired by practice.
So he secured me several positions. He was wholly correct. I have been discharged on an average of once a week for the last two months, and on each occasion I have discovered newer and deeper depths of humility."
I draws a long breath and gazes admiring at Cyril. Then I turns to the Westlakes.
"Westy," says I, "do you want to accommodate Mr. Snee with a fresh chance of perfectin" himself for the Sublime Order?"
He nods. So does Doris.
"It"s a unanimous vote, Cyril," says I. "You"re fired. Not for failin" to duck the roast, understand, but because you"re too gabby."
"Thank you, sir," says he, actin" a little disappointed. "I am to leave at once, I suppose?"
"No," says I. "Stop long enough in the kitchen to tell Cook she gets the chuck, too. After that, if you ain"t qualified as Grand Imperial Organizer of the whole United States, then the Sacred Owls don"t know their business. By-by, Cyril. We"re backin" you to win, remember."
And as I pushes him through the pantry door I locks it behind him.
Followin" which, Doris uses the powder-puff under her eyes a little and we adjourns to the Plutoria palm-room, where we had a perfectly good dinner, all the humility Westy could buy with a two-dollar tip, and no folksy chatter on the side.
Next day the Westlakes calls up another agency, and by night they had an entire new line of help on the job.
What do you guess, though? Here yesterday afternoon I leaves the office on the jump and chases up to the apartment house where Vee and Auntie are settled for the winter. My idea was that I might catch Vee comin" home from a shoppin" orgie, or the matinee, or something, and get a few minutes" conversation in the lobby.
The elevator-boy says she"s out, too, so it looks like I was a winner.
I waits half an hour and she don"t show up, and I"m just about to take a chance on ringin" up Auntie for information, when in she comes, chirky and smilin", with rose leaves sprinkled on both cheeks and her eyes sparklin". Also she has a bundle of books under one arm.
"Why the literature?" says I. "Goin" to read Auntie to sleep?"
"There!" says she, poutin" cute. "I wasn"t going to let anyone know.
I"ve started in at college."
"Wha-a-at!" says I. "You ain"t never goin" to be a lady doctor or anything like that, are you?"
"I am taking a course at Columbia," says Vee, "in domestic science.
Doris is doing it, too. And such fun! To-day we learned how to make a bed--actually made it up, too. To-morrow I am going to boil potatoes."
"Hel-lup!" says I. "You are? Say, how long does this last?"
"It"s a two-year course," says Vee.
"Stick to it," says I. "That"ll give me time to take lessons from Westy on how to get an income wished onto me."
As it stands, though, Vee"s got me distanced. Please, ain"t somebody got a plute aunt to spare?
CHAPTER II
TOWING CECIL TO A SMEAR
Just think! If it had turned out a little different I might have been called to stand on a platform in front of City Hall while the Mayor wished a Victoria Cross or something like that on me.
No, I ain"t been nearer the front than Third Avenue, but at that I"ve come mighty near gettin" on the firin" line, and the only reason I missed out on pullin" a hero stunt was that Maggie wa"n"t runnin" true to form.
It was like this. Here the other mornin", as I"m sittin" placid at my desk dictatin" routine correspondence into a wax cylinder that"s warranted not to yank gum or smell of frangipani--sittin" there dignified and a bit haughty, like a highborn private sec. ought to, you know--who should come paddin" up to my elbow but the main wheeze, Old Hickory Ellins.
"Son," says he, "can any of that wait?"
"Guess it wouldn"t spoil, sir," says I, switchin" off the duflicker.
"Good!" says he. "I think I can employ your peculiar talents to better advantage for the next few hours. I trust that you are prepared to face the British War Office?"
Suspectin" that he"s about to indulge in his semi-annual josh, I only grins expectant.
"We have with us this morning," he goes on, "one Lieutenant Cecil Fothergill, just arrived from London. Perhaps you saw him as he was shown in half an hour or so ago?"
"The solemn-lookup gink with the long face, one wanderin" eye, and the square-set shoulders?" says I. "Him in the light tan ridin"-breeches and the black cutaway?"
"Precisely," says Mr. Ellins.
"Huh!" says I. "Army officer? I had him listed as a rail-bird from the Horse Show."