The trap ready! Hurrah! Good-bye, old man! Hurrah! All
right. I'll telegraph. Right you are, good-bye. Hip, hip,
hurrah! Here we are! Train right on time. Just these two
bags, porter, and there's a dollar for you. What merry,
merry fellows these darky porters are, anyway!
And so here I am in the train, safe bound for home and
the summer quiet of my club.
Well done for Robinson! I was afraid that it had missed
fire, or that my message to him had gone wrong. It was
on the second day of my visit that I sent word to him to
invent an accident--something, anything--to call me back.
I thought the message had failed. I had lost hope. But
it is all right now, though he certainly pitched the note
pretty high.
Of course I can't let the Beverly-Joneses know that it
was a put-up job. I must set fire to the office as soon
as I get back. But it's worth it. And I'll have to singe
Robinson about the face and hands. But it's worth that too!
VI. To Nature and Back Again
It was probably owing to the fact that my place of lodgment
in New York overlooked the waving trees of Central Park
that I was consumed, all the summer through, with a great
longing for the woods. To me, as a lover of Nature, the
waving of a tree conveys thoughts which are never conveyed
to me except by seeing a tree wave.
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