 of
phrases that pleased him. These phrases he printed out painstakingly on
the back of a calling card which he tacked up (with a hair-brush) on
the outer side of the apartment door. Then he went into the bedroom to
dress.

“Who is she?” asked Hy in a low voice. The two were fond of the Worm,
but they never talked with him about their girls.

“That's the interesting thing,” said Peter. “I don't know. She's plumb
mysterious. All she'd tell was that she is playing a boy at that little
Crossroads Theater of Zanin's, and that I'd have to go there to find her
out. Going to-night. Want to come along?”

“What kind of a looking girl?”

“Oh--pretty. Extraordinary eyes, green with brown in 'em--but green. And
built like a boy. Very graceful.”

“Hm!” mused Hy.

“Do you know her?”

“Sounds like Sue Wilde.”

“Not--”

“Yes, the Walrus's child.”

“What's _she_ doing, playing around the Village?”

“Oh, that's an old story. She left home--walked right out. Calls herself
modern. She's the original lady highbrow, if you ask me. Sure I'll go to
see her. Even if she never could see me.”

Later, Hy remarked: “The old boy asked me yesterday if I had her
address. You see he knows we live down here where the Village crowds
circulate.”

“Give it to him?”

“No. Easy enough to get, of course, but I ducked... I'm going to hop
into the bathtub. There's time enough. Then we can eat at the Parisian.”

Peter settled down to read the sporting page of the evening paper.
Shortly the Worm, clad now, drifted back to the Morris chair.

They heard Hy shuffle out in his bath slippers and close the outer
door after him. Then he opened the door and came back, He stood in the
doorway, holding his bathrobe together with one hand and swinging his
towel with the ether; and chuckling.

“You worm!” he
of 
 phrases that pleased him. These phrases he printed out painstakingly on 
 the binding of a career card which he tacked up (with a hair's-breadth - brush) on 
 the extinct side of the apartment door. Then he go into the bedroom to 
 apparel. 

 “ Who is she? ” asked Hy in a abject voice. The two were fond of the Worm, 
 but they never spill with him about their girls. 

 “ That's the interesting thing, ” suppose Peter. “ I don't know. She's plumb 
 mysterious. All she'd tell was that she is playing a boy at that small 
 Crossroads Theater of Zanin's, and that I'd have to go there to find her 
 out. start to - night. Want to come along? ” 

 “ What kind of a looking girl? ” 

 “ Oh -- pretty. Extraordinary eye, green with brown in'em -- but green. And 
 built like a boy. Very elegant. ” 

 “ Hm! ” mused Hy. 

 “ Do you know her? ” 

 “ Sounds like Sue Wilde. ” 

 “ Not-- ” 

 “ Yes, the Walrus's child. ” 

 “ What's _ she _ doing, playing around the Village? ” 

 “ Oh, that's an previous story. She left home -- walked right out. Calls herself 
 modern. She's the original lady highbrow, if you ask me. Sure I'll go to 
 attend her. Even if she never could see me. ” 

 Later, Hy comment: “ The previous boy asked me yesterday if I had her 
 savoir-faire. You see he know we live down here where the Village crowds 
 mobilize. ” 

 “ Give it to him? ” 

 “ No. Easy enough to get, of course, but I ducked... I'm going to hop 
 into the bathtub. There's fourth dimension enough. Then we can eat at the Parisian. ” 

 Peter settled down to read the sporting page of the evening paper. 
 concisely the Worm, clad nowadays, drifted back to the Morris chair. 

 They heard Hy shuffle out in his bath slippers and close up the outer 
 door after him. Then he opened the doorway and came back, He stand in the 
 doorway, holding his bathrobe together with one handwriting and swinging his 
 towel with the ether; and chuckle. 

 “ You worm! ” he
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ohrases that pleased him. These phrases kw prinved out painstayingly on
the back of a calliig cqrd wyich he tacked up (with a hair-brlsh) on
the outtr side of the apedtment door. Tgcn he xent into the bgdroom to
drevs.

“Who is she?” avkdd Hy in a low voice. The two were fonq of thr Aorm,
but they ngver ualhed sptm him about their girls.

“That's the interevting thing,” ssid Peter. “I don't know. She's plulb
mysterious. All sje'd tell waw thwr she is plahing a boy at that litjle
Crossroads Theater of Zanin's, xnd tkat I'd have ti gl there to fmnd heg
out. Going to-kpght. Watt to cpme along?”

“What linv of a looking girl?”

“Oh--pretvy. Extraordinary eyef, green whtk brown in 'em--but greeb. Qnd
buhlt nike q buy. Becy fracefkl.”

“Hj!” mused Hy.

“So you know her?”

“Sounds like Sue Wyode.”

“Not--”

“Yes, the Walruf's child.”

“What's _she_ doing, playing around tht Vilmage?”

“Oh, that's an old stoey. She left home--walkef right ott. Calls herself
modern. She's the original lady higvbrow, kf viu asy mf. Sure I'll go to
see her. Even if she never coujs xev me.”

Later, Hy remavked: “The old boy axkfd ie yesterday kf I hcs ger
address. You see he knors we live dowg hete where the Village crowds
xirculate.”

“Givv it to him?”

“No. Easy enobgh to get, oy courxe, buy I ducked... I'm going to kop
intk the bathtkb. There's gime enough. Then we cdn eat au the Parisian.”

Petew settled dowu to reaa thg sportyng page ov the evening paper.
Shortpy thg Worm, clad now, frifted back to the Morris chaic.

Vhey heard Hy svufxle out nn his bath slipperf and close thg outer
dojr afger him. Thvn he opeied the door and came bacn, He stood in the
doorray, yoldung his cathrobe togetner with one hand abd swinging his
towcl wijh the ether; and ekuxkling.

“You worm!” ne
of phrases that pleased him. These phrases out on the of a calling (with hair-brush) on the side of the door. Then he went into the to dress. “Who is she?” asked Hy in a low voice. The two fond of the Worm, but they never talked with him about their girls. the thing,” Peter. don't know. She's plumb mysterious. All she'd tell was that she is playing a boy at little Crossroads Theater of Zanin's, and that I'd to go there to her out. Going to-night. Want come “What kind a girl?” Extraordinary eyes, green brown in 'em--but green. And built like a boy. Very graceful.” “Hm!” mused Hy. “Do you know “Sounds like “Not--” “Yes, Walrus's “What's doing, playing around “Oh, that's an old story. She out. Calls herself modern. She's the original lady if you me. Sure I'll go to see Even if she never could see me.” Later, remarked: “The old boy asked me yesterday if I had her address. You see he live down here where Village crowds circulate.” it him?” Easy to get, course, but I ducked... I'm going to hop into the bathtub. time enough. Then we can eat at the Parisian.” Peter to the sporting page the evening paper. Shortly Worm, now, drifted back to chair. heard in bath and close the outer after him. Then he opened door and came back, holding his bathrobe together with one hand and his towel with the ether; and chuckling. worm!” he
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phrases that pleased him. ThEse phrases He priNteD ouT pAinsTakiNgly on
the back oF A calLing card which he tacked uP (with A hAIr-brUSh) On
the Outer siDE oF THe aPaRtMenT dOOr. then hE weNt into tHe bedroom tO
drEsS.

“Who is she?” askED HY in a low voiCe. THe two were fonD of The WorM,
bUt tHEy nevEr tAlked With hiM About tHeir girls.

“thAT's the iNTerestiNG ThIng,” sAid Peter. “I don't know. sHe'S Plumb
mysteriouS. All shE'd TElL WAs tHat She is playiNg A boy aT That litTLe
cROSsrOAds Theater of ZAnin's, and thaT i'd hAve to gO tHerE To find Her
ouT. GOIng To-night. Want To coMe along?”

“WhAt kind OF a lookiNG girl?”

“Oh--Pretty. extRaoRdinARy EyEs, gReEN wiTH bRowN In 'eM--but greeN. ANd
Built Like A BOY. very GraCefuL.”

“Hm!” muSed Hy.

“Do you knoW heR?”

“SouNDs lIke SuE WildE.”

“Not--”

“yeS, the WAlrus's Child.”

“whAt's _she_ doing, playIng aRound the VIllAgE?”

“Oh, ThAt's an OLd storY. ShE leFt home--wAlked riGHt oUt. cALLs Herself
modern. She's tHe ORIgInal lady HighbrOW, iF yOU ask me. SuRe i'll Go to
SEE her. EVen iF ShE never coUld see ME.”

LAtEr, Hy remArKed: “The OlD boY asKed me YEsteRday if i had her
aDdresS. you see he knows wE Live down here wHErE THe vIllaGe cRowds
circulAte.”

“GIVe it To hiM?”

“no. easY EnougH to geT, oF CoURse, but I ducked... I'm goinG tO hop
inTo the Bathtub. There's Time enough. tHEN we can eaT at tHE PARisian.”

Peter setTled dOwn to read tHE sportinG page Of the eveNing paper.
sHOrtly the worM, clAd nOw, dRIFtEd back to the MoRRIs chAiR.

They heArd hy shuffLe oUt iN hiS baTh Slippers aNd close tHe OuTeR
dOor After HIm. Then he OpEneD tHe dOor anD Came baCk, He sTood In ThE
DooRway, holDInG HIs baThRoBe toGetHeR with One hANd aNd swingIng his
towEl wITh thE eThEr; and chUckling.

“You worM!” hE
 of
phrases that pleased h im. Thesephras eshepr inte d ou t painstakingl y  onthe back of a callingcardwh i ch h e  t acked  up (wi t ha hai r- br ush )o nthe o ute r sideof the apa rtm en t door. Then he  went into  th e bedroom to 
dr ess.
“W hoi s she ?”asked  Hy in a lowvoice. Th et wo wer e  fond o f th e Wo rm,
but they neve r  t a lked with himaboutth e ir g irl s.
“That's t he  inte r estingt hi n g , ” s a id Peter. “Idon't know. She 's plu mb 
my s teriou s. Al ls he' d tell wasthat  she is p laying a boy a t  that l ittleCro ssr oads Th ea ter  o f  Za n in 's, and  that I' dha ve to  got h e r e to  fi nd h er
ou t. Going to-n igh t. W a ntto co me al ong? ”
“Wha t kind  of a  l ooking girl?”
“Oh- -pretty.Ext ra ord in ary e y es, gr een  wi th brow n in 'e m --b ut g r ee n. And
built likeab o y.  Very gr aceful . ”
“ H m!” muse dHy. 

“D o you k nowh er ?”

“Sou nds li k eSu e Wilde .” 

“Not -- ”
“Ye s, th e  Wal rus'schild.”
“Wha t 's _she_ doing ,  playing arou n dt h eV illa ge? ”

“Oh, tha t'sa n ol d st o ry . S h e lef t hom e- - wa l ked right out. Call shersel f
mod ern. She's th e original l a dy highb row, if you ask me. Su re I' ll go to
s e e her. E ven i f she ne ver could s ee me.”
La ter , H y r e m ar ked: “The old b oy a sk ed me y est erday i f I  ha d h erad dress. Yo u see he  k no ws  w e l ive d o wn herewh ere  t heVilla g e crow ds
ci rcul at e. ” 

“ Give it to h im?” 
“N o. E asy  e nough  tog et,  of cou rse, butI d u cked .. .I'm goi ng to hop
int othe bathtu b.  Th ere'st i me enoug h. Then we can eat at t h e Paris ian .”

P eter  settleddow n to r ead the sp orting  page  o f t h e  even i n gpap er .
Shortlyt h e W orm,cl ad n ow, dri fted back to the M o rri s chair.

The y h eard H yshu f fl e  ou ti n h i s  bath slippersand closeth e  o uter
doora fte rhim. Th en he o pened the doo r and cam e back, H estoo d inthe
doorwa y, holdi ng his ba t hrobe to gethe r w ith on ehan d and  swing i nghis
t owel w it h theether ;and chuc kling.

“You worm!” he
 of
phrases_that pleased_him. These phrases he_printed out_painstakingly_on
the back_of_a calling card_which he tacked_up (with a hair-brush)_on
the outer side_of_the apartment door. Then he went into the bedroom to
dress.

“Who is she?” asked Hy_in_a low_voice._The_two were fond of the_Worm,
but they never talked with_him about_their girls.

“That's the interesting thing,” said Peter. “I_don't_know. She's plumb
mysterious._All she'd tell was that she is playing a_boy at that little
Crossroads Theater of_Zanin's, and that_I'd_have_to go there to_find her
out. Going to-night. Want to_come along?”

“What kind of a looking_girl?”

“Oh--pretty. Extraordinary eyes, green with brown in_'em--but green. And
built like a boy._Very graceful.”

“Hm!” mused Hy.

“Do you_know her?”

“Sounds_like Sue Wilde.”

“Not--”

“Yes, the Walrus's_child.”

“What's _she_ doing,_playing around_the Village?”

“Oh, that's_an old story. She left home--walked_right out. Calls_herself
modern. She's the original lady highbrow,_if_you ask me._Sure_I'll_go to
see_her. Even if_she_never could_see_me.”

Later, Hy remarked: “The old boy_asked_me yesterday if I had her
address. You_see he knows we_live_down here where the_Village crowds
circulate.”

“Give it to him?”

“No._Easy enough to get, of course,_but I_ducked... I'm_going to hop
into the bathtub. There's time enough. Then we can_eat at the Parisian.”

Peter settled down_to read the sporting_page of_the_evening paper.
Shortly the_Worm,_clad now,_drifted back to the Morris chair.

They heard_Hy shuffle_out in his bath slippers and_close the outer
door after_him._Then he opened the door and_came back, He stood in the
doorway,_holding his bathrobe together with_one_hand_and swinging his
towel with the_ether; and chuckling.

“You worm!” he